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Observation
Poem by Saima Afreen
Videographer: Deep Shikha
Observation by Saima Afreen
Before you became ‘you’, you were water, wind, forests, flowers and a lake inside a forlorn house whose shoulders the breeze grazed and grazed till there was a hole. Inside: faint light. Then, darkness. It’s darkness which gives you a taste of light; like blood to a lion; you chase it till you yourself are dark, darkness. The hunger for light sprouts on forest-floors, in deep green ferns, their leaves sketches of fire. In flames. Yesterday, the lake was all over the bitumen roads inching towards the sun. The sky tasted it and spat darkness, spat you. Outside: the song of seagulls. The grass unlearns its grammar. The forest clings to my soles. December only remembers snow, not the dead underneath it.
Before you became ‘you’, you were water, wind, forests, flowers and a lake inside a forlorn house whose shoulders the breeze grazed and grazed till there was a hole. Inside: faint light. Then, darkness. It’s darkness which gives you a taste of light; like blood to a lion; you chase it till you yourself are dark, darkness. The hunger for light sprouts on forest-floors, in deep green ferns, their leaves sketches of fire. In flames. Yesterday, the lake was all over the bitumen roads inching towards the sun. The sky tasted it and spat darkness, spat you. Outside: the song of seagulls. The grass unlearns its grammar. The forest clings to my soles. December only remembers snow, not the dead underneath it.
Videographer: Deep Shikha
This visual poetry was presented at Betty June Silconas Poetry Festival (New Jersey) in June 2018.
This visual poetry was presented at Betty June Silconas Poetry Festival (New Jersey) in June 2018.
