I
The light is shaking
In sweaty eyelashes.
Heart is dehydrating
In dizzy cages.
So, I flee in search
For abandoned lens
And I decorate
my home-
A phobia frame.
II
The windows has
Many hands
Are creeping
On the walls
Load-shedding
The ceiling
My mood swings
At every corners.
Like a glowworm-
Fainting and awaking
In green, yellow frame.
My loneliness speaks,
Fear in our home
Is not a shame.
Monobina Nath
Picture Nick Victor