16 FEB 2017 AT 2:14

The wind was doing great,
I could feel it under my skirt.
The noodles tasted good
and the news
started annoying me again.
I was laughing at a friend's joke
when the woodpecker flew in.
It started hitting my head
reminding me
to remember you.
It follows me in metros,
it follows me in cafes,
it follows me in bathrooms
when I'm looking at my collar bone.
It checks into my dreams,
it pecks me
when I'm untangling my mane.
Take your bird,
oh lost lover,
I'll allow your memories
to make everything else
colourless again.

- Swarup