Poem
By Goirick Brahmachari
That girl with lilies, her hair
Her limbs, feathers,
She floats like the wind,
White clouds, birds; her hair, waterfalls,
A million Ka Likais in her kohl, a face
You might miss,
If you do not look into her eyes,
Smoke. Adchini. Mai!
Sahiba
Of clay and bones,
She moves,
Dark and bright,
As the bus turns
She fumbles
Like the music in her ears
white
The cotton she wears, the ring in her ears,
Now stings my pride. We bond a little
Through our unbranded clothes,
Exchanging smiles
As she plays with her hair,
Expecting breeze.
Nails
Melting, flowing like black ink,
Grey, she wears the night –
Dust in her skin,
Dusk in her eyes, she smiles
At me, now, unbalanced
One hand on the handle,
One hand in the sky
As I sit, shy
Look away.
A city passes by
Through her face and a window,
Quarter of her life, waves,
Frames, in poverty
And love, red soil,
From Mehruli to Badarpur.
Memories of Nizam,
Bakhtiyar Kaki.
Not in vain,
Not in vain.
And, just then, we reach Hauz Khas
Only to board two different buses
With different numbers
As we finally get down together and smile
Goodbyes.
Photo-credit: Here
Bio:
Originally from Silchar, Assam, Goirick Brahmachari’s debut collection of poems, For the Love of Pork (Les Editions du Zaporogue, Denmark) won the Muse India – Satish Verma Young Writer Award(Poetry) 2016. He is the winner of prestigious Srinivas Rayaprol Poetry Prize, 2016. His chapbook of travel notes, Joining the Dots, has been recently published by Nivasini Publishers, Hyderabad. His poems have appeared in Berfrois, The Missing Slate, Nether, and The Four Quarters Magazine, among others. He co-edits The Sunflower Collective’s blog.
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One Response to “Poem”
Terrible poem. Those eyes, so much patriarchy!