reflection

I am joyous water
rushing down a mountain
water reflecting
the deep azure
yet scoop a handful
and blue is replaced by
the color of your palm

So easily stained -
crimson with blood
yellow ochre of turmeric
muddy brown
in rain puddles

Blazing heat my salvation

distilled into
my true self -

untouched
untainted
unreflected
isolated
water..

my true self
so elusive
even to me?

© Alaka Yeravadekar