Sunday, 30 July 2023

Two Poems by Prithvijeet Sinha

 



GO INTO THE CREVICE

 

Go into the crevice

and find the friend who 

comes out with his

last words

and rotten tracks

through time.

He has the last portion

of his birthday cake

left for you 

and his mother carries

an eternal side-eye 

& calls your home- 'small'.

 

Where do you go to

or look back from

if he

is a darkling

who calls

for your invisibility

on the forums?

He,

with the beast of hauteur

and his mother's fallacious pride,

as spots around his body.

 

You only look at your own spot

as a starling

on an abandoned nest. 

 

****

 

Real dispossession

is to know

that he could question your

place

& make amity's natural affections

grievances.

It was easy

for him to dethrone

his privileges

for affected weekends

& refuse to offer you

a seat of trust.

 

***

 

Hello Mother,

you have read through

the years

the obligatory side-eyes

you had given out

like societal circulars

when I failed to obtain

a seat at the table.

No,

it was yours.

Your son

refrained

from bringing

a dreamer and survivor's

flowers for your golden vases

there.

 

So

he gave me a farewell

through an obligatory invitation

at the cinema

and I finally said 'no'

to the arrangement,

bowdlerizing

a grand estimation

for both your places

in the city.

 

***

 

We were children

and I was the youngest

of all. 

 

How do you meet

my gaze now?

To make your son's

disappearance

graver

than it was

for all those years past. 

 

***

 

Go into the crevice,

mother,

maybe he's

hiding there

with the flakes

of ants' storehouses,

keen to pick one cover

of naivete

or innocence

to make me an

overcoat with.

 

He awaits

to meet me

at the school auditorium

where we once beheld

the sun of our youth

through

greater terrains

than this future

or your disapproval(s)

 

*****

 

Go into the crevice.

Go into the crevices.

You may find us there.

 

  

DYING BREED

 

Words can come from oracles,

like sirens ringing out of wooden floors

while mother waits patiently over the threshold,

eager for the plane ticket in his palms.

 

Words come from motormouths,

gaping wide at the valley

till the altar of adulthood reveals 

a mountain peak

and the same sirens 

produce squirts of anxiety about the future.

Words left over 

as the final call on the summit.

 

He picks up tatters left as clothes,

chopped blocks of wood 

as dying sacraments of the migrant's pursuit

and puts curved stones

on the nape of his neck

to ensure tunnels

don't enter the wound there.

 

To go away,

leave at the earliest,

is the command.

But he holds himself vigorously,

stubborn as a mule

and sacrosanct as a child,

by the scruff of a green soul,

veins blue as those embroidered

suits kept away,

their soft departures unbecoming

for those strange climes

he's banished to.

An eventual exile affronting his constituency back home. 

 

The words are cruel stipends to him,

repaid with mere confrontations

and a yellowed, soured disposition,

like a drowning body 

recovered from deep down the lakes

where alligators await their fodder.

 

Say anything.

Only don't cry out,

'He's one from a dying breed'

 

'He's one from a dying breed'

now rings like sirens

from oracles passed down

as the family tree. 

 



 

Prithvijeet SinhaThe writer's name is Prithvijeet Sinha from Lucknow, India. He is a post graduate in MPhil from the University of Lucknow, having launched his prolific writing career by self publishing on the worldwide community Wattpad since 2015 and on his WordPress blog An Awadh Boy's Panorama

(https://anawadhboyspanorama.wordpress.com/)  

Besides that, his works have been published in several varied publications as FemAsia Magazine, Hudson Valley Writers Guild, Inklette Magazine, Piker Press Online, anthology Pixie Dust and All Things Magical published by Authors Press( January, 2022), Cafe Dissensus, The Medley, Screen Queens, Confluence- South Asian Perspectives, Reader's Digest, Borderless Journal, Lothlorien Poetry, Live Wire, Rhetorica Quarterly, Ekphrastic Review, The Kolkata Arts, Aze Journal, Dreich Magazine, Visual Verse, In Plainspeak and in the children's anthology Nursery Rhymes and Children's Poems From Around The World ( AuthorsPress, February 2021) as well as Soul Spaces( AuthorsPress, 2023)among others. 


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