Pillow

Stain remains
of old coconut oil.

My nightmares, my saliva
leaves white past.

In mornings,
wet on either sides.
My mother and I
share you during night.

Green
fades to shades of grey.

A red bindi sticks
on one corner
once worn by mother
in those times
of whispers and tears.

Dear pillow,
you make me sink
on hard bed of time
when none is left
to watch me sleeping.
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(2012)