O Guardians of my sinned sin!
Like a permanent tattoo of rain,
you have streaked boundaries on my face...........
https://www.westtrestlereview.com/west_trestle_joanna-george.html
Joanna George (She/Her) writes from Pondicherry, India, recently her poems were short-listed for the Isele Poetry Prize. Her works appear or are forthcoming in Parentheses Journal, Hennepinn Review, Cordite Poetry Review, Honey Literary, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, West Trestle Review, Epoch Press and others. She tweets at j_leaseofhope.
Tuesday, 28 September 2021
Wednesday, 22 September 2021
The Pulse Fritters
Sunday, 11 July 2021
Love Letters
Most of those evenings after school, I am welcomed home
with her regular snack
these thin dosas, wheat or maida, based on costs;
a mixture of jaggery and coconut stuffed inside,
and their corners ritualistically folded to an envelope;
concealing the content inside from the world outside to a scroll,
or a flattened square, from the pan to plate......
An Evening at the Marina Beach
Behind the bleak silhouetted-
line of shops on the beach road of Chennai;
the sun launched its descent,
her true colors leaking behind the landscape,
enticing every artist’s strolling soul,
capturing their wandering feet of desire under her spell.
The warmth stays still,
mesmerized by the tangerine sun
making its way into frames and pages
filling every blanks the color of a faded henna stain.....
line of shops on the beach road of Chennai;
the sun launched its descent,
her true colors leaking behind the landscape,
enticing every artist’s strolling soul,
capturing their wandering feet of desire under her spell.
The warmth stays still,
mesmerized by the tangerine sun
making its way into frames and pages
filling every blanks the color of a faded henna stain.....
An Ode to Southern Railways Tea
No, not the Starbucks 100 rupee coffee, we never drank
Nor for the bitter CCDs we chose, I write this ode.
But, to that five rupee tea,
on every station of the railway track, you find.........
Tuesday, 11 August 2020
Distance
Pic Courtesy : http://www.flickr.com/photos/joel_r/8538713642/lightbox/
You might wonder, why I keep writing you poems
Day after day,
one after the other.
A belief, word by word,
a sentence would travel the miles,
Unraveling a message of love.............
one after the other.
A belief, word by word,
a sentence would travel the miles,
Unraveling a message of love.............
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Sunday, 2 August 2020
Letters to You
Image Courtesy: http://www.flickr.com/photos/47039528@N08/5316903185/
I want to write a hundred plus one letters for you to carry with, as you fly, the other month after the sun rises taking away this lock down and replenishing hope in every country I want you to take these breathings of mine along with you, in case you miss my night cream fragrance of comfrey and niacinamide tickling your nostrils, in case you miss.......
https://issuu.com/humankindzine/docs/issue_one_-_vulnerbility-compressed_compressed_com/100
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