We look for formless visions of ourselves in the
distance. But we haven’t found ourselves, not
even lost ourselves. Not yet. Between us is the
desert of halves. Is love more memorable when
it fails? More likely to last forever? I am told to
find bigger things to be grateful for: sperm,
geometry, the blue probability of a kingfisher. I
thank pain that fills fissures like wet cement so I can
wake up whole in the morning. It was happiness
that broke us when we weren’t looking. The
moon is what it is — a fiction of movement and
light. It is the sky that is unfaithful. Or the mind.
I make lists of small things, unclaimed things,
unproclaimed things: Quarter past two in the
afternoon, steamed rice, my name, uncertain,
sitting like a wingless crow upon a stranger’s lip.
In other February news, am delighted to be one of ten poets named by The Ekphrastic Review in their annual awards list. Very grateful to the editor, Lorette C. Luzajic. Do check out this brilliant platform if you read/write poetry in this genre. This award is for my poem, Corollary, which is on their site as well as in my book, Water to Water.
And if you haven’t read my first flash fiction piece yet, here’s the link. Let me know what you think. Better yet, share your flash fiction as well!
Beautiful and sad and empowering on its own way. In a world where happiness wields a sledge hammer, cement is a good (and necessary) thing to have.
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Absolutely! Thank you, Magaly.
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Life and love have phases like the moon too. And we get to decide what to do with the amount of moonlight in our life at any given moment.
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So true… most of the time we can control that part. Thanks, Rommy.
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If the outcome of a relationship is painful, if a relationship ends, does it mean love has failed? Didn’t that love serve us? Maybe we just forget when we feel like we are halved until we remember we are whole.
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That’s a great question and no, I don’t think that it means love has failed. Maybe we failed love.
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A very contemplative piece: there is, indeed, a lot going on with lists (or so I’ve often thought). And, once again, congrats. You write brilliant, evocative, nuanced, incredibly imaged poetry … and it is wonderful to see you get the recognition you so richly deserve.
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Thanks so much, Wendy. That is so very kind and I am grateful for your support.
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Nice, especially the last two stanzas,my favorite.
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Thank you, Yvonne.
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That last line captures my fancy! This seemed a bit of stream of consciousness, and it led me along.
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Thanks so much, Beverly.
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“It was happiness that broke us when we weren’t looking”
My favourite lines.
Happy Sunday Rajani
Much💝love
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Thanks so much, Gillena!
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This gives so many thoughts, but especially how we often cling to what’s most painful rather than relish in the happiness we have… and as I hear in your poem it’s the darkness that draws us.
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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The imagery is all over the map and it works, vivid and poignant.
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Thank you, Joel.
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This is AWESOME!
What a great list:
“sperm, geometry, the blue probability”
I adore this:
“Quarter past two in the
afternoon, steamed rice, my name, uncertain,
sitting like a wingless crow upon a stranger’s lip.”
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Thanks so much.
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The crow without wings…I believe I know her name, and she knows mine. But we do not speak of the things we know. Instead, we maintain a monkish silence.
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Does the silence work?
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I always find poems that reference the moon alluring, and this one is particularly so, Rajani. I love the sense of searching for a soul mate, and these lines spoke to me:
‘…I
thank pain that fills fissures like wet cement so I can
wake up whole in the morning. It was happiness
that broke us when we weren’t looking…’
and
‘Quarter past two in the
afternoon, steamed rice, my name, uncertain,
sitting like a wingless crow upon a stranger’s lip.’
Congratulations on the much deserved award from The Ekphrastic Review.
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Thanks so much, Kim. And yes, the Ekphrastic has been very kind to me.
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Congratulations !!! may this year brings you more such awards and recognition….
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Thank you, Vandana.
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Wonderful words and images, and arresting ideas, as always. I especially like the last line, and those wonderfully non-sequitur lists: ‘sperm, / geometry, the blue probability of a kingfisher’; ‘Quarter past two in the / afternoon, steamed rice, my name’.
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Thanks so much, Rosemary! The older version of this poem was pretty lousy.. then a few days back, in the middle of a book about tigers, I knew I had to rewrite it. The muse works in mysterious ways!
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I love coming to this place because I read, pause, reflect, continue, love & envy. As Sherry said, you so deserve the accolade.
“moon is what it is — a fiction of movement and / light.”– Love the word ‘fiction’ here.
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Thank you, Sumana. I’m thinking it would be so great to catch up sometime – I hope the universe is planning a trip to Kolkata for me or for you to Bangalore!
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“It was happiness that broke us when we weren’t looking…..” Sigh. Beautifully written, Rajani. Congrats on the accolade….you so deserve it!
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Thanks so much, Sherry!
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This touched me deep. Beautiful. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Celestine!!!
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I love this. Great piece.
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Thank you, Lucy.
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