Wednesday, September 16, 2015

A Torn Note

The moon’s last cry
Sound of lilies
Frosted in the violin
Winter nest             bleeding womb of poppies
Wail of papyrus in summer                   n o o n

The petal Book of Black
A scalpel tears
the algebra of Braille...

My shadows fall apart
Thin sunlight s...i...m...m...e...r...s in rice pot
She stitches fresh roses
On dew dipped blouses

Inside hijaab          
Little tulips fight
For Spring

diaries you wrote
Still smell of camphor

Your letters sway on c-l-o-t-h-e-s-l-i-n-e

A blast somewhere
In-visible cities

Atlantis appears on your swollen skin
Tin kettle sweats of Shopian


Hijaab – a head covering worn by Muslim women

Shopian – A small town in Kashmir also known as the Valley’s Apple Orchard

Published in Brown Boat magazine

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