All I looked for
When I came here
Was a piece of the sky I could call my own

My matchbox room in Vijaynagar
Looked up at a sky
That looked nothing like it

Here in Indravihar though
I have a sky of my own
Bigger than I am used to.

Some days I feel so fragile
I feel like I'll break
If I take another breath.

The sky doesn't help then
Neither do you.
Nor does anything as such.

But that night
When the distance finally invaded us
All that saved me

Was the steady glow
Of a cigarette
In the verandah opposite mine.