Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Room

You’re one dotted line away from extinction here
            one glass skin away from escape
a landscape returns
                              to dust in every jar
in this room where you sit
                     in a high-backed chair
the guidebook on the desk
                        belonged
to the previous occupant
                         you’ve opened it to a page
that says
              a man enters through mirrors
              and leaves through mirrors

a man walks through mirrors to be himself
 
 
 
← Ranjit Hoskote