Poems by
Jaya Anitha Abraham

The ant-room

a poem by Jaya Anitha Abraham

I know your room
It was pale blue, tentative
The table stood there
A heap of books
Words crowded
They spoke in silence
Like little ballerinas

Between the hard covers
They hold the raindrops
The scent of the wet earth
And the sun-drenched streets
The honey-combs of the forests
All embrace in silence, eloquent

There, I breathe caffeine-laced love too
There, ants crawled along
Surreptitious but insolent
Like peels of muffled laughter
But, in the end, all must pass
The Sun shines, sky is blue too

I go on like a knight, saving
Every grain of darkness
From your room
All for a day’s life