Tag: memory
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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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Day Two: Visit to the Kroller Muller museum
On the second day of our weekend in Oosterbeek we went to the Kroller Muller museum. Set in the Hoge Veluwe forest, the museum is in my opinion, the perfect way to view art. It houses the second largest Vincent van Gogh collection in the world: “almost 90 paintings and more than 180 drawings.” Along with […]
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The Miscarriage by Amit Majmudar
Some species can crack pavement with their shoots Source: The Miscarriage “if I consoled you it would make the loss your loss” —– How can Amit Majmudar’s words so relentlessly tangle the insides? Each line comes loaded, “his wealth of heartbeats.” I am currently reading his collection Dothead (2016). It has two ghazals. One of […]
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Poem Unlimited, Augsburg
Over the weekend I attended and spoke at the Poem Unlimited Conference at Augsburg. The venue, the Augsburg University, has a beautiful campus. The trees were in Autumn hues. I was narrated the story of a duck family in the University pond. A ledge was removed from one of the campus buildings so to lessen […]
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Around – Ghazal
The rhythmic clinking of her bangles, rotis piling around Nagarjun’s pink bangles, wheels spinning around The smell of evening flowers lingers in the air You are saying something but no one is listening around Drink, after drink, roving eyes, hands, mouths All the misters in a desi party leering around A sweet little lie on the […]
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Rolling and Smoking Will – A Ghazal
Rolling and Smoking Will – A Ghazal Leftovers marked impending will Let go if you can bending will Old China, teak furniture, books His never-ending quill I closed the suitcase lid No hope left in swallowing pills A garden of roses and jasmine He wove magic with his tending till What is gone can’t […]
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Car festival – a memory in motion
Of all the moments you could have remembered you chose the noisiest, crowded, juggernaut of them all. Had I whispered white sheets, white jasmine, white cars, white clouds, it would not have mattered. The crushing gigantic wooden wheels of the trinity got your attention. But then you loved drama and scale. I looked for […]
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