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Three Poems

By Yash Pandit

Bazaar

Stop for a moment to step back,
Breathe in worlds that slide over

And between the gaps; listen to the
Hawker hawking his wares; or gaze

Upon the untidy chicken cage that traps
The inmates inches away from death.

There is always some space for a simile
That sits and stares in askance,

Crafted with precision, airy, and smooth
Like the finest Pashmina from mills now silenced.

Listen closely, and if we’re lucky,
We might just string enlightenment from

Beads of senseless chatter that rise and fall
Like rivers gushing through plateaus;

Constantly overlapped by the hawker, whose
Voice wobbles across the evening.

Look closely as he sprinkles water
That pearls on the edges of his vegetables.

Breathe in the fragrance of a torn orange
That spreads its arms across the sky.

And now each step taken
Is one closer to home;

We just might find a truth or two,
Coloured in shades we already stand

Draped in; or in voices not our own
Yet not too unfamiliar; for in the end,

We all choke in the same air, the difference
Being our persistence to breathe.

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The Job

Beyond Andheri I see you,
Walking amidst hordes of heads.

You search for a seat, the sweltering
May heat has taken its toll on you.

Pearls of sweat gather on your collarbone;
The end of your dupatta becomes a fan.

In a place for three, we are five, with Abdul
And his son, and on his radio, Khanum sings.

I hold you as one holds a shadow; in my eyes,
I lose you between the flickers of light

And darkness. The radio screams,
Don’t persist on leaving today.”

I see your porcelain neck through the thick curls,
And suddenly all the faces in this train

Sway and fall like yellowed almond leaves
In autumn.

Suddenly at Bandra, people move
Like flocks of startled crows.

And before I could know what language
Lied trapped within your lips,

You were gone.

And the job was done.

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Romancing The Andawaala

Wearing a loose cotton kurta
Two sizes too large, but crisp,
Charan Singh fans himself
With yesterday’s newspaper.

His wife sits behind the trays
Counting and shuffling and arranging
Eggs that storm in.

The eggs sell in dozens
Or by number, as the afternoon heat
Trembles over the tarmac.
Four and a half rupee each, wrapped

Carefully in paper and tied by thread.
Singh and his wife juggle Ghalib’s couplets,
Recalling childhood memories.
The kids, returning after school,

Run home and out of their uniforms,
To sit bare-backed,
And drop pebbles in the sewer
Counting each ripple.

I’ve grown fond of this man, who says,
“Broken hearts, like broken eggs, emptied best
Before they drip dry.” And how at dusk

He learns the alphabet from his daughter
In a dimly lit hut. And his wife too,
Smiling as she cooks, searching

For the shadowy figures of her boys this evening,
Who run behind trains with light feet
And smiling hearts, forever waving

Goodbye and goodbye.

Painting: George Atsametakis

Bio:
Yash Pandit
is a 12th grade commerce student from Mumbai. He began writing on an old typewriter inspired by the Beats. Apart from reading and writing, Yash also takes part in typewriter poetry gatherings.

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