Mangesh Naik lives and works in Pune, India. Credits/Upcoming—Barnwood Magazine, Right Hand Pointing, Other Poetry, Third Wednesday, Tipton Poetry Journal and a few more magazines.
Ice, water, air.
days are birds
no third wing.
False trails of noise
Nothing in the corridor
Not even the end
Wind collides with
windows, tongue lolls out
body is a tired shoe.
Diamond breath paints
the priest in white. Flesh
in the milk of bones.
As I peel, oranges go all
soft & hazy. some moments
are filled with joy, like
this, and some are not,
like this. My reflection
in the mirror. Eyes closed.