At night the moon squats
Over these horizons; old
Radios crackle a background score.
Men shake their chillums
At the sky with clenched fists.
In the morning all that remains
Is the solitude of memory.
Years pass by in a blur
They swallow eternity.
“And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.”
Raised in a little room by the trains,
I am running ever since.
And if arrival is a balm that soothes
What time inflicts
It explains why
I will never heal.
Faces moving around
Speak in a diction I am yet to learn
Vocables clot into
Seasons of silences
That stretch across
For far too long.
I whisper a hymn of inadequacy,
Of resignation, of dreams
Discoloured, like kites stuck on trees
Left out in the sun
For far too long
Don’t worry too much about vision;
And when you dive in,
Hold your breath and shut your eyes
For blindness becomes a blessing
In unexpected places.
For a moment do not forget
Conjure up little tricks to hide;
Unlearn what is learnt
And find new ways to breathe.
Listen to the names hissed by a violent sea
And the prayers of a mellow one.
Shards of memory turn into salt of nostalgia
On the tip of your tongue.
Murmur secrets in remembrance
And for your own sake
Do not ask why.
Days fall over days
Like yellowed autumn leaves
And the circle is complete.
What drives this constant persistence–
Haphazard attempts to grope and recede,
Grope and recede– commonly known
Laws of physics, chance or an indestructible will?
What fuels this preternatural duality
Of strength and weakness, or wrath and tenderness
With every display of spraying strength
As each wave reaches further into sand
That has not been touched, and recedes
Further back into itself, leaving no evidence.
Foam burnishes copper rocks into
Shapes that have no names, no memory
Each wave crashes, noosing across
In attempts to steal the ground beneath the feet
Hissing reclaim, resist, reclaim, another
Wave crashes against the surface
And the circle is broken.
By Yash Pandit
Yash Pandit is a student hailing from Bombay, India. His work has appeared in various journals like VAYAVYA, Textploit, The Sunflower Collective, Cafe Dissensus Daily, Random Poetry Tree and various other journals.
Artwork by William Mackinnon.