So much of everything is just whispering to seasons

for better or verse| Shreyasi Sharma |

 

Night sheds to day

that sheds to morning again.

 

No November can nod at incoming rain. 

That is just a lot of clouds clashing

About who will reach earth first.

 

Rooting beneath is a butterfly,

feeding on great marigolds

There is so much dance.

                               We forget footsteps of air in the sky.

 

The wind freely associates a memory to November.

 

When fire dances on traffic signals, I see wait.

November’s NoAmber collection adds

one more memory: dissolves biscuits and sips her tea.

 

There is casualness in the way we approach weather.

A street bathes in wind,

and that of all –

has just stopped the sea from flying away.

 

(Inspired from Kaveh Akbar’s poem My Kingdom for a Murmur of Fanfare)

 

Shreyasi Sharma is a postgraduate in Literary Art Creative Writing from Ambedkar University Delhi

 

Sometimes I want to write a poem on sometimes

for better or verse| Shreyasi Sharma |

There is a new answer a tree played for the footballers today.

The sky was a discovered colour not recollected by the writer.

A bee made a straight zoom for my hair.

The jogger jogged without his stick, first time in 6 months.

A parrot flew over him.

A girl found time to listen to an earthworm dig.

Around a bulldozer, there was silence.

Not everything happened here.

Shreyasi Sharma is a postgraduate in Literary Art Creative Writing from Ambedkar University Delhi.

Almost all my returns are timed with the sky

 

A clear-dandruff like collection of clouds
should mean I am coming to the ruffle of leaves.
A cue to the coral should mean it is 7
and I am to miss tea.
A well-stationed azure should mean
the bus will have left.
A wind is still learning to settle
what it is going to leave behind.
On the roads where people spill along
with brown leaves, there is a reflection
of a chai spilled, a biscuit broken —
a tip to summer and an earthworm.
When I arrive early, I take a longer route.

 

When I arrive late, I already see
the sky at home
(from some other place).
Glad that the one thing that won’t move with me
will be this.
I am occupied, looking around,
because
I do not need to carry the sky
or pack it or remember it forever.
I can’t really do any of those things.
Even knowing that my travels speak to me
more about home, should have
made me feel adjusted. Most days,
I feel well-travelled.

 

Shreyasi Sharma is a postgraduate in Literary Art Creative Writing from Ambedkar University Delhi.

Malvika Tewari is an illustrator and designer based out of Bangalore with a love for stories, food, and the environment. She hopes to cross paths with a Slender Loris someday!