By the Window

 

By the Window 

(an English translation of Khidkishi Basun by Indira Sant)

 

I sit by the window,

Releasing pigeons into the skies, one by one, cupped in my hands.

With tiny envelopes containing particles of my mind tied to their necks.

Of joy. Of congratulations. Of well-being.

Of worry. Of condolences. Of “Me”, every which way.

 

This all-encompassing childishness

Must end someday. The window

Must disappear. The moth-eaten mind

Must become a clear blue sky.

 

- Indira Sant