[Poem] Sa Me Sa Me

Sa Me Sa Me
Sa Me Sa Me

It’s a cold morning.

Foggy.

I don’t know where I am.

For reasons unknown, I haven’t worn anything warm.

I’m shivering, even more from anticipation.

A Wagtail is perched on the branch of a Hibiscus tree.

It’s trying to warn me of something with its tail.

I don’t pay much heed.

It turns into a woodpecker and tries to speak in Morse Code.

I still don’t pay much attention.

The place seems familiar now.

This is where I had first made love to her.

Under the open sky but bordered on all four sides by concrete.

The sky looks familiar, but the concrete doesn’t.

The woodpecker turns into a Beagle and rubs its head up against my leg.

It wants me to look into its eyes.

I don’t.

The concrete slowly turns into fog.

It’s a maze.

A maze made of fog.

I try to find my way.

The Beagle follows.

I start hearing voices now.

It seems like they want me to turn back.

But I’ve come too far.

The Beagle starts barking now.

I think I can see something.

It’s a large bed and its floating in the air.

Suddenly I find myself slowly lifted up as well.

And I can see things clearly now.

It’s her and she is making love to a man.

How could she?

I don’t know if they haven’t seen me yet or they have just chosen to undermine my presence.

Their activities turn more perverse.

The Beagle is whining now.

I move closer.

I want to shout at them, but my voice is inaudible.

I want to look at the man’s face.

The Beagle is jumping now.

It’s trying to stop me.

I sit on the bed.

The Beagle has vanished now.

The man seems to know I’m present.

He lifts his head and stares right at me.

Sa Me. Sa Me. Sa Me.

I’m suddenly hit by gravity and I fall.

What seemed like a few feet from the ground seems to last forever.

I still keep thinking about what I just saw.

I start hearing voices again.

I can hear them clearly.

It’s a circle they say.

And I’m trapped.

It’s a cold morning.

Foggy.

I don’t know where I am.

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Dev Daniel K Gupta

Dev is an aspiring film-maker based in Mumbai. Films, Writing and Wildlife complete his existence.

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