by Bibhu Padhi (June 2016)

They wait with a stillness—

these words and their

ingredients—almost like


those garden lizards, their

watchful wait for their prey

for a long minute, on the rough


stone wall, under the warm shade

of a banana leaf on this

late winter day. Over time


and questions, your

thought of snakes die.

They look your way,


their eyes fluently meeting

your eye, before

turning on you again.


The games continue, hover

above the raw stone

and the well-polished keys.


Throughout the day.




He lives with his family in Bhubaneswar, India.


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