Priya Sarukkai Chabria,
Dialogue-4 - Poem by Priya Sarukkai Chabria,
He promised me the earth, the skies, more -
he promised me myself,
this journey within-
as I wade through the darkness of my heart.
Yet all night I have waited
with no moon for succor,
nor stars to show the way.
On the horizon
the hole of my desire
and his absent beauty
have bound me, but yield nothing.
All night I have leaned
my body against a gnarled tree stump,
There is a victim, but no victimizer, in love.
My tenderness gnarls
as I flame against deadwood,
eyes shut in grief.
Then –- this?
The tree stump bursts
as I drain into its clutch.
My hair streams loose,
my limbs become a lake that holds him.
Lotus buds, white, pointed,
pierce through my body’s ink
mirroring the sky’s sudden display and –
to fall back on their own splendour.
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