Rain Lamps
By Gopikrishnan Kottoor
I'm on my trip to nowhere
again
where you exist
where glasses always break
Nowhere is where you are now,
in a corner sipping me,
and
somewhere, you are
starting me like a car,
having me slow down before the traffic lights,
pretending not to change;
I'm bird -hit with you
on my trip to nowhere
marbled
in snow's drapery-
ware
calling me with butterfly voice
as I lie bruised on the roadside
and what's so unusual,
such nowhere that you are
no one I once used to know
lighting my streets with rain- lamps
wet with you as usual.
Gopikrishnan Kottoor has published his poems in magazines such as Acumen, Nfth review, Orbis, Eunoia Review, Rising Phoenix, Mud Season Review, Plaza, The Illustrated Weekly of India, Ariel, Indian Literature, among others. His poetry has been included in anthologies such as Best Asian Poetry, Penguin Random House Poetry anthology, Bloodaxe,Fulcrum, Verse Seattle, Yearbook of Indian Poetry, among others. He has won awards for his poetry from the British Council. His latest book of poems is ' This Small Town.'He lives in Kerala, India