by Ankur Betageri (June 2016)


Delirium machine. Cinema.

Reality. Whatever you think

moves. Liquefied

horizon. Flesh made sun.

Eyeballs, like air-bubbles.

Rising into space.


In the pool I follow. Your

coloured toenails.

When you turn around—a dolphin

smile. Three sharks circling

the sun. In the dark whirlpool of

your eye.


In the storm. Our hearts run amok.

Blinking errors. Newer forms.

Two movements—we collide like this.

Our scripts exchange. In the storm.


Then. Delirium of

reality. Cinema.

Whatever you think



Ankur Betageri (b.1983) is a poet, short fiction writer and visual artist based in New Delhi. His published works include The Bliss and Madness of Being Human (poetry, 2013) and Bhog and Other Stories (short fiction, 2010).

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