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Sukrita Paul Kumar
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Ensconced in the leafy heart
of the forest Jahanpanah,
away from the concentric paths,
is an ancient well
dreaming in deep sleep,
hissing with kobras and
vipers
beneath the cover of thorny bushes;
unseen and unheard,
still and undisturbed
through several centuries
The blind darkness captures
the madness
of Mohammad Tughlaq
the king who first created
and then abandoned all he created
who returned to Adilabad
the fourth city of Delhi,
where breathed, heaved and
sighed the forest
throbbing and blushing
with the break of dawn
inviting lovers
to come down the spiral steps
carved on his chest,
to reach the womb of time
and touch the
beginnings of history.
~Sukrita Paul Kumar
Lilacs and tulips sprouting
From the slants of her eyes
Her yellow face
shimmering in white sunlight
Her body, a luminescent garden
Life within life dancing on
Feather feet
The rising belly, a tight sponge
Puffed into lightness
Her hands going in circles
Caressing the baby inside,
On the cozy pathway
Whispering history in Portuguese,
Lingering pasts
In the ruins of the fortress
at Macau,
Pasts hanging with roots
from old branches
of Banyan trees;
Whiffs of future blowing
from the citadel of the present,
Singing the song of her body
The woman walked
Through smoke and dust
Our eyes met,
Chinese with Indian,
Entwined in maternity
Not mediated by English;
Tiny movements rising
in our bellies,
fish churning in the ocean,
birds flapping wings through the skies
and eyelids, drooping and batting heavy,
to enter
or exit the bliss of sleep.
~
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