Life In A Shot Glass 

“What’s happening there?”
I enquire my friend.
“Days  nights, a war.”
He retorts, and I face the mirror.

The strobes of a day, sombre 
calmness a night comes with,
and a heron holding its patient stance,

we are on the mirror, here, nowhere.
At once we ask and we answer;
at once I am him and he is this man
a jiffy before he becomes the night’s fish.

Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor