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Five Poems

Painting: Arnab Das

By Goirick Brahmachari 

2 poems from Wet Radio*

Nils on a night train bound for the stone

(Writing Electronica)

Light.
Space.
Tight
Stiff
Sigh
Time,
like
a blood-red
laser that
Passes
through
Our oval
eyes,
like
Falling
planets
into the black.
Just
then,
the beat
shows up.
Weariness
Is
A
Night
train that reaches
the city late.
Li
-quid
like
sleep
falling over,
mo-ving
with
the
rail
Going
away,
coming
back,
in-
ertia,
go
ne!
Sharp.
Electric
exuberance
Like
rain
Over
che
-mical
waste.
Sonic
skin
Acid
breath
now loops
Jumps,
falls,
awkward.
Promises
Nothing
More
Than
the smell
Of burnt
plastic,
leaves
us
with
only
a bare
stone
wall
Some
pebbles for our ears,
dry
throat, thick black tar,
torn
pages,
City
poison,
dust.
As
It
grows
larger
It
withers
within.

***

Disappearing

a new fall. a new September
just like the older times
again. the pujo pandals are ready,
the idols are all bare
waiting to dry
the colours. the market too,
seems satisfied. this autumn
neighbourhood, lost fragrances of champa
in mist, nights in your eyes bring
everything I have lost.
only, I am not ready
to return.

*Excerpts from Goirick’s third book of poetry Wet Radio and other poems.

3 new poems

A song for Derek (Trucks)

where from
do you get
this devotion to speak
without a word?
a thousand pages
cannot match

blank white sheets
will make
a book
if we glide in through
your watery
notes.

***

Untitled

This day that you have forced into a night
How can you?
Can you escape this torturing sight?
It kills you, fumbles, sighs
A thumri
in Charukeshi

Begum of sound
word and rhyme
through these moonlit lanes
she escapes
my forgotten stations,
silver streets, now
never comes back.

***

Where we were

Been a while since
I saw you smiling
In a dream again,
And I wake up
To this summer morning,
Drenched in rain again.

Sleep and love, I lose both,
As I slowly cage,
Rage and memory, I learn to gulp
To return to my age.

We are outsiders
Like we always were
I will let things be for us
To be where we were.

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 published by Nivasini Publishers, Hyderabad. His third book of poems, Wet Radio and other poems, has been published recently. His poems have appeared in BerfroisThe Missing SlateNether, and The Four Quarters Magazine, among others. He co-edits The Sunflower Collective’s blog.

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