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A Trip through Indian Classical
Goirick Brahmachari’s poems on the theme Indian Classical
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Poetry
1989 School Yard Shooting
The voices spoke when he was alone, instructing him to carve words with a pocketknife to the side of an assault rifle.
Poetry
Tripod
Windy shore, speckled seagulls, a black-haired girl with azure eyes, climbing on rocks, the gray-haired father’s pale hands wiping her mouth.
Poetry
Birbhum: Days and Nights
Afternoon The Bathroom In the bathroom, The plastic bucket stares red, The white walls walk bare, This naked bar of soap, Wants to forever live…
Poetry
Ode to the Tree of Life
After moringa, also known as drumstick tree or horseradish tree For my auntie, my father’s younger sister, with her liver disease “Let thy food by…
Poetry
Turkish Memoire
I Wind blew in the dry reeds beside Lake Van while granules of sand stung my face and hands, the hourglass of time fallen on…
Poetry
A Woman Arrested in Turkey
While a woman’s dragged flailing from the street tonight (a protester, I see her teeth and jeans), my mother takes the dog around the block…
Poetry
I suppose I am a Formalist
I suppose I am a Formalist With my adherence to scheme and rhyme
Poetry
Spatial
We confound Paralyzed visions Beyond the rain.
Poetry
The Concert
It’s a rainy night I’m going to a concert at the arena the roof is leaking but the music patches it up.
Poetry
From the River Ravi
The river is hurt, a toxic belly with bloated minnows, lovers dumped. I walk its cusp.
Poetry
After Schizophrenia
We were smithereens paroxysms curated into a lamellar
Poetry
Dance my Tsifteteli
Boubouka dancing in the middle of the small floor her costume revealing bare legs belly, shoulders and arms
Poetry
The Ideal City
… its studied perspective and funneled point of view having sucked me in to roam a plaza almost entirely empty
Poetry
Like the Blue Like Infinity
From you, the wings of a seraphim grow. Like the blue. Like infinity.
Poetry
Masterpiece
Lying on the bed tired half asleep hair disheveled one breast free from bounds
Poetry
Long Before The End of The World
It’s under my skin, spread out like a thin layer of drying pus between the transverse ligaments of my forearms the ropey muscles that pit in the backs of my knees
Poetry
The Dust Eater
She squats by the sluggish cerise tinged river Under a heavily laden tree with debauched fruit
Poetry
Mother Drinks Wine on Thanksgiving
Mother, out of the nursing home for Thanksgiving, skeletally osteo-arthritic at ninety-two, smacks her thin lips at the first taste of white wine like Priscilla, Queen of the Wine Harvest;
Poetry
Music
How do I express the god that’s gone seemingly forever into darkness?
Poetry
The Streets of Paris
Bare-breasted nymphs with six arms or more: A model, a pageant, a dancer and a whore, Paraded before a kipa, a hijaab and a turban;
Poetry
Guava
Guava is not a fruit but an Indian afternoon lingering red in a summer adolescence
Poetry
Everything Happens While I Sleep
The sand is wet from the forgotten rain that poured over the streets and shop corners last night.
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One of Us
Somewhere in a town where time has died and where the river does not speak, I see you staring at the fishermen