A persistent dialogues dense weave navigates memorys burning dwelling, as patriarchal structures yield to profound grief and solitude, fiercely reclaiming ancestral text.
Another sharp edge
Around the mountain
A blind turn,
Should I pause, look out?
Or rush through, and
Risk dropping
into the deep valley,
lose my life?
But I know
Around the corner
As I cross the border
Between here and there
I’ll fly
Over the horizon
Join my ancestors
In the milky way
A thieving kite
Will swoop down
Pick the carcass
and feed her babies.
Not a tear fell
From the old woman’s eye
As she witnessed her
Dwelling set ablaze
No tear
Even while
Gazing at her hearth
Tossing crackling sounds
Crumbled in flames
Yesterday
Pixie her cat was
Run over
A mere squeak
under the giant wheels
Blue rivers dried and
Desert sands filled
All nooks and corners
of her eyes…
Do you feel
The warp and weft
Of dialogue
Getting denser, quieter
on its own
with time moving on
Always beginning
Never ending
Sukrita Paul Kumar A well-known poet and critic, Sukrita Paul Kumar (born in Kenya) was an invited poet and Fellow at the prestigious International Writing Programme, Iowa, USA. Former Fellow of IIAS (Shimla), and honorary faculty at Durrell Centre at Corfu, Greece, she has published several collections of poetry, translations, critical works and has held exhibitions of her paintings. She held the Aruna Asaf Ali Chair at the University of Delhi.
