Easy To Unfriend, Not So To Understand

Not easy, albeit one must admit
the sleight of his soporific finger,
ease of unfriending someone
no longer a stranger.

I cannot. A faded hobby horse
hops between two moments
and the houses discarded by innocence.

Imagine its shadow, the oldest
in your window, peeping in
and troubling the sheeps for your sleep.
Imagine. You have to count them again.

Today at the International Book Fair I am invited to read with a bunch of poets I accidentally unfriended one night. So I wrote this.

Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor