Instances Poem by Daipayan Nair

In my conscious bud
I have taken a leap;
A leap to elongate my historic dot
and in turn,
threading a grip.

I am now a growth
crossing signals
in a charity van.

Pigeons spotted sharing
their alms
Flight and need
wired, igniting sparks.

Did I fruit?

I began with a skin
Now I live in silken coats, embroidered;
The embroidery none
but patches of green lamenting blue.

Each needle from
diving to emerging - a novel.

Each climax - an apple mixed
unlike optimist mangoes.

That which is full
appears true.
In an opted falsity
dwell those
who crack the clue.

The mass
The space
The black.