daydream delusion

limousine eyelash

oh baby with your pretty face

drop a tear in my wine glass

look at those big eyes on your face

see what you mean to me

sweet cakes and milk shakes

I’m a delusion angel

I’m a fantasy parade

I want you to know what I think

don’t want you to guess anymore

you have no idea where I came from

we have no idea where we’re going

lodged in life like two branches in a river

caught in the current

flowing downstream

I’ll carry you    you carry me

that’s how it could be

don’t you know me

don’t you know me by now…

The language I speak,

Becomes mine, its distortions, its queernesses

All mine, mine alone.

It is half English, halfIndian, funny perhaps, but it is honest,

It is as human as I am human, don’t

You see? It voices my joys, my longings, my

Hopes, and it is useful to me as cawing

Is to crows or roaring to the lions, it

Is human speech, the speech of the mind that is

Here and not there, a mind that sees and hears and

Is aware - Kamala Suryya