by Vinita Agrawal
On a wet July evening in Mumbai
she inhales grey clouds, exhales a vacuum.
Her toes stare up at her questioningly –
will she cross the line tonight?
There is no universe in loneliness, no existential expanse.
Just a rock like reality
that drags you down an abyss of void.
Solitude, a cramped emotion
crimps the morning to the evening, somehow.
An untidy roll of nothingness.
A mortar and pestle pounding zeroes, soundlessly.
On this wet July evening,
as the city bellies to the swaying monsoon
she picks up her purse, opens the door with her lips and steps out
to confront her desires.
July, stunned, pauses its delivery
of pixelated smoky raindrops,
stokes the charcoal hunger still warm under her tongue and
ignores her conundrums helplessly
foundering on the other side of the line.
Vinita is a Mumbai based writer and poet. Her poems have been published in Asiancha, Raedleaf Poetry , Wordweavers, OpenRoad Review, Constellations, The Fox Chase Review, Spark, The Taj Mahal Review, CLRI, SAARC Anthologies, Kritya.org, Touch- The Journal of healing, Museindia, Everydaypoets.com, Mahmag World Literature, The Criterion, The Brown Critique, Twenty20journal.com, Sketchbook, Poetry 24, Mandala and others which include several international anthologies. Her poem was nominated for the Best of the Net Awards 2011 by CLRI. She received a prize from MuseIndia in 2010. Her debut collection of poems titled Words Not Spoken published by Sampark/Brown Critique was released in November 2013. Her poem was awarded a prize in the Wordweavers contest 2013.
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An untidy roll of nothingness.
A mortar and pestle pounding zeroes, soundlessly.
Thundering words of reality.
Applause Vinita.
like to read some more.