Silent Ways

    By Subhana Sawhny Gidwani

    I yelled and yelled madly in the state that was ‘not me’
    But the devil comes out at the drop of a hat.
    I ask him, why, why, why – does he do that?
    I get no reply
    I’m met with silence.

    He stands there speechless, eyes silent.
    His lack of words maddens me.
    All he holds up is silence.
    Allowing the devil in me pass
    knowing it is ‘not me’
    but comes out at the silliest things.

    Understanding, it is ‘not me’ is kindness.
    It is kindness alone that can wash away the devil.

    I want to throw the devil far away
    into the lit skies of dawn.
    Never to return.

    Subhana is a writer and poet. Her work has featured in The Partition museum Amritsar, Museum of material memory, Kintsugi flash fiction Volume 1 (Edited by Abha Iyenger). Her poem ‘The Wilderness in me’ was listed in the Belgavi poetry festival 2022. She has authored a collection of poems titled ‘Pebbles on the beach’. The poems delve into the mystical and soul searching journey of the poet.
    She writes short stories that are both non- fiction and fiction. She is also an amateur photographer and naturalist. She loves seeing birds through the lens. She lives in Mumbai.

    Subscribe to our newsletter To Recieve Updates

      The Latest
      • The Literature of the Deity

        Dr

      • Poems From Prison

        I Refused To Die When I refused to die my chains were loosened

      • To Be in Insanity, or Not to Be in Sanity: Accepting Madness in Sandhya Mary’s Maria Just Maria

        Review of “Maria Just Maria” by Sandhya Maria, translated by Jayasree

      • Framing Truth: France’s Reckoning with Sexual Domination in Images and Words

        The case of Gisèle Pelicot, who courageously allowed graphic footage

      You May Also Like
      • Water Poems By Ruth Padel

        Water Museum You stockpile umbrellas and radiators, a heap of mad grins

      • Social Media By Manabika

        An angry queer non-binary face taking up space on your feed matters

      • About Tanka Thumri and KHA In Conversation with Kala Ramesh

        The Forest I Know is Kala Ramesh’s in the genre of the Tanka

      • Two poems by Yamini Dand Shah

        Ajrakhpur (2001) Work on it today, sell it morrow Add some more Madar seeds