Tag: Apoorva
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Aachen, Radhadesh, Dusseldorf for the 44th
For my 44th my only wish was to pray. To thank God for the blessings. To let go and trust the cosmos. It was a sweet little road trip. It’s almost May, and I still carry with me: the smell of incense, the sound of bells, and a sense of calm.
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They hand you a box
They hand you a boxFour neat lines joined at supremely perfect right anglesYour body, rounded at the edges, pliable, more flesh than muscleSqueezing yourself into shape you triumph, look you say, I fitSkin compacted into nothingnessCells harnessed to behave One day, unexpectedly you spill outOver the edges, across the linesMass dictating it’s ruleslook they say,…
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Paris in the rain
Saturday, January 10, 2015, I was to be in Paris for the day to meet poet and translator Marilyn Hacker. I had many questions about her experience with the ghazal and ghazal poets; she was generous enough to offer her day to me. On Monday 5th I booked my tickets to travel by the Thalys…
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Is my uneasiness nurtured or organic?
The past few weeks I have been toying with the idea of getting an e-reader. Many of the books I need for my research and some of the books I want to read are located in and sold from places where shipping and handling charges are way over the price of the books themselves. I…
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When I went to watch “The Hundred Foot Journey”
Has the study of literature made me lose the ability to enjoy an ordinary film? Has it? Has it? I went to watch “The Hundred Foot Journey”. The film promised the agreeable mingling of food and diaspora. Purab laughed, “Are you watching the diaspakoda?” I wanted the movie to move me. It had Om…
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Hand – a ghazal
Hand – a ghazal The sound of tinkling laughter, words tossed like salad, pointing hands, In the middle of that noise my mind drifted on a boat to familiar hands The body of David was moulded and caressed, Stone was converted to poetry by calloused hands She packed their lunches into their bags, Boarding the…
Diligent Candy 