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