When the first rains of monsoons
Stir up the sand this year
I will smile, and remember you.
Do you smile now
When you see the plantain and jack fruit
You planted, shining under the blue grey sky?
You were a man of love.
I almost forgot how rare
Kindness is in this world,
How easily boys can break hearts,
When you smiled.
The land is dry now
A month later, the rains will arrive,
And I will be home.
A home without you.
Your death was the last breath of a language
Now when we laugh, it is
In a foreign tongue.
Many of us have been rendered
Some of us hunt for words
To capture your peace.
But the script has changed;
We cannot read these signs yet,
And we’ve already forgotten
The way our mouths used to move.
We know we have lost our language
We sit on your green bamboo chair
Stare at the trees you had planned
And squint to see your smile
Dancing with the swaying branches
Sometimes we remember
A stray phrase
The edge of a word
Or a whole syllable.
And for a flash your face lights up
But who can we tell, of
Our flashes of happiness
When you took its language
Away with you, smiling
All the way?
Day#2 Prompt: Today, I’d like you to write a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe! It can be a recipe for something real, like your grandmother’s lemon chiffon cake, or for something imaginary, like a love potion or a spell.
The cold creamy paneer
Greedily licks up the fiery red
Gravy frothing above a blue
Orange yellow violet flame,
And flushes into a shy yellow.
It burns away the paleness,
Your tender earlobes
Blush into a weeping pink
Salt leaves your eyes
But you smile blazing rainbow
The silver needle has left its mark,
How many more afternoons spent perched on the corner of my bed
Surrounded by washed, wrinkled clothes that smell of soap and sun?
How many more baths with John Mayer’s voice for company, my hands
Scrubbing feverishly, hoping you’d dissolve with the foam that swims into the drain?
How many more nights where the snakes slither from my stomach to my chest
Till my words are choked out and a river is born out of my body?
I remember the smile the perfect teeth that spilled into my universe the happiness that your smile planted in me the happiness a shrub watered by your voice your voice which I loved more than any other’s which quietened my heart even when you were angry even when we fought just as long as I got to hear it your long thick arms that I thought would hold all the shaking parts of me without dropping a piece your face so big my palms couldn’t cover it yet I tried anyway to feel all of it while you laughed showing your perfect teeth and your voice resonated in my smiles my words my thoughts as your arms held me closer and tighter not breaking the pieces but marking them all
I remember I remember I remember I remember I remember
They say one day it’ll hurt a little less
When is one day?
Will it come as fast as the day
You gave away your arms your smile your eyes your voice
To someone new?
How much is a little less?
Enough for me to think of you with a smile
The same smile that you created, whose expanse
You first discovered?
This poem is a cliche,
Like all small revelations are.
Today I learned
You can love
And not be together.
It was nice to talk.
It is always nice to hear your voice,
Even though it hurts now.
Today, we smiled, and it felt good
These tiny steps we take
To navigate the terrains we leaped over.
And I learned to appreciate another shade of
All that matters is love.
Today, I knew I would love you, always
And that we would not be together
And that was okay. Today I smiled
I hope you did too.
Day#10 of IntrotoPoetry
I was supposed to complete this challenge days ago, but thinking about the future is something I just don’t do, or to be more accurate, something I avoid doing. But, a challenge is a challenge, and I am a woman of my word. So here goes.
Today I cooked under candlelight.
The tube light in the kitchen had gone off with a pop,
And we used candles saved up from a Diwali when we
Almost burned our house for light near the stove.
Under candlelight, everything softened. The onions glowed
Shyly, turning pink in a pool of yellow. The garlic seemed to melt
Like butter. And I thought, in the future, when life seems tough,
I should just light a candle to watch it turn softer.
Five minutes later, the curry burned to death.
Day#9 of IntrotoPoetry
I think of your room sometimes
The penthouse on the fourth floor.
I loved the balcony and the huge windows
You always covered them up though.
I liked the darkness also, and the lamp light
That threw shadows all around the room, and your face.
It was a kind room. Especially on that evening we lay
My hands tracing lines on your wall and pulling at your poster
You talking on and on. I listened, feeling happy
That we were friends. That we could talk, again.
Now when I think of you, I think of your room
And imagine you to be kind, like the soft lights
That kissed both of us, as we lay in a world of our own.