July
I walk on the shore, it’s high tide again
cuttlefish
bones, dead coral, chitons, the dogwood tree sans blooms
the rain pelts
down on my windowpane
cherry season, the fruit we pick is plump, an insane
bounty
plummeting to the earth, it falls like a thumping heart
i walk on the
shore, it’s high tide again
I don’t breathe a word nor break that chain
of thoughts
that reek of dissolution amidst the mellowing
the rain pelts
down on my windowpane
honeyed liquid amethyst; my lips have a cerise stain
i take
deep breaths to contain my soul
i walk
on the shore, it’s high tide again
An owl calls out at midnight, and I feel his complaint
tongue curled
with foreboding, I watch as
the rain pelts
down on my windowpane
My beloved’s voice emerges like a deity in the dark
his name is my
last chorale and I sing with abandon
i walk on the
shore, it’s high tide again
the rain pelts
down on my windowpane
Jahnavi
Gogoi’s poetry has been published in The Usawa Literary review, Borderless
Journal, The Chakkar, Poems India, Inssaei International journal, Academy of
the Heart And Mind, Spillwords, Indian Periodical, Synchronized Chaos, Soul
Connection, Reflections, and others. She won the first prize in the poetry
writing competition organized by the Chandigarh Literary Society in the year
2022 for her poem ‘If this isn’t love”. She writes a lot about her native state
of Assam having spent her early
childhood years in the shadow of the Patkai hills.
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