Periwinkles so bright - Deepa Onkar

Lamplight twists on memory’s spine

spinning gold spirals of temples,

rain on the Chao Praya. Rain, heavy

and white. Rain, intense. Reminiscence 

is like looking through a prism: trees, 

a swarming crowd. I am an ant 

drunk on coffee: pleasure bent

looks like boredom 


Luxuriant peacocks and laburnums—  

scent of rice, periwinkles so bright

they hurt the eyes: if only I’d savoured 

the gifts of the burning roads 

 

Gilded Buddhas— 

if only I’d learnt stillness


Those empty afternoons watching 

house sparrows—what felt like love— 

I cannot tell what it is—


The images dwindle: it is dark

the dark is a skin that senses things 

as they are:  the pulse’s acceleration,

the fear when the taxi took a sharp turn

at Saphan khwai. It was dark— 

dark, as it is now. Dark—ease me 

into the moment—this unknowing—

with a prayer


Deepa Onkar is a writer from Chennai, India. She has degrees in English Literature from the universities of Madras and Hyderabad. Her poems and essays have been published in The Bombay Literary Magazine, Sonic Boom, The Lothlorien, The Lake, The Punch Magazine, and others. She enjoys singing and painting.

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