reflection

I am joyous water
rushing down a mountain

water reflecting the deep azure
yet scoop a handful
and blue is replaced by
the color of your palm

So easily stained -
crimson with blood
yellow ochre of turmeric
muddy brown
in rain puddles

Blazing heat my salvation

distilled into
my true self -
untouched
untainted
unreflected
isolated
water..

my true self so elusive
even to me?


© Alaka Yeravadekar