Vinita Agrawal
Vinita Agrawal Poems
Black Waters
The revolutionaries were exiled for life
in a puce colored colonial prison
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Must Begin Anew
Of you today, the long stone walls.
Touch slipped through the sieve
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Old Fabric
Between the forefinger and thumb
lie the creases of an appeal for Godknowswhat.
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The Solid Lines Of Disappearing Things
The air, the tree house
that once knew love is now weak in the knees
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Friendly Advice
She said I'd become dust
if I didn't step out of the house,
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IMMERSING THE DEITY OF LANGUAGE
Could you listen to your language like an outsider? As if it were not your own...
Could you filter sounds from words
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Writers Without Borders
Rain waters listen to secret flowers beneath the soil
The night settles to darken the bottoms of trees
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Vinita Agrawal Biography
Author of Words Not Spoken(Brown Critique/Sampark) and The Longest Pleasure (Finishing Line Press, USA) and The Silk Of Hunger (AuthorsPress, Delhi) , Vinita is a Mumbai based, award winning poet. She is Senior Editor for the women based website www.thewomaninc.com a website dedicated to women facing domestic abuse. Recipient of the Gayatri GaMarsh Memorial Award USA,2015, Raedleafpoetry award, Wordweavers award, All India Poetry award, Hour Of Writes Award, her poems have appeared in Asiancha, Constellations, The Fox Chase Review, Pea River Journal, Mithila Review, Open Road Review, Stockholm Literary Review, Poetry Pacific, Mascara Literary Review, and other national and international journals. Her poems have been anthologized in compilations from Australia and Israel. She was co judge for the AsianCha poetry contest 2015. She has read at SAARC events in Delhi and Agra at the U.S. Consulate, Hyderabad, at Delhi for Delhi Poetree, at Mumbai for Cappucino Readings and for the Maharashtra state literary body. She can be reached at www.vinitawords.com *********)
The Best Poem Of Vinita Agrawal
Gift
Gift
It is a gentle shape
this white moon
my father gave me
the night he passed away.
It hangs below the window every night.
A farewell gift.
Leaves the skies quietly at dawn
to slide into my throat all day.
Some nights it returns;
chipped, halved, sliced,
imitating life.
Scarred, like the face of pain
but always there... like a presence that's never left.
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