GAURI DIXIT

 

 

Poem 1

 

Poems in my mind

Dying a natural death

At times not so natural

When I strangle them

At the risk of suffocating myself

 

What will happen

If they don’t die

Maybe I will dye them

Pink and blue

And pass them off

 

As decorations

For birthdays, anniversaries, celebrations

And even if I don’t dye them

They could create good ambiance

Perfect for funerals

 

Poem 2

 

women

sparrows

poetry

 

is it a mere coincidence that the days

dedicated to them all fall in March?

it doesn't matter that they fall everyday.

 

every sparrow that I have ever known

heard about has been a woman;

if not a mother nurturing, giving

 

the sparrow man is no one's muse

 

since we are talking about the muse,

I have to ask you this question

have I stopped being yours now?

you still write about that young, nubile girl

 

you grope me

And then words

realizing that you like the feel of poetry better,

you leave me alone

what would I have done if poetry didn't exist?

 

Poem 3

 

Love, loving, lover

Now an ocean

Now a wolf

 

One day it may be a shape you like

Another day it may be someone you hate

Love is nothing

 

If not a maze mate

Love hides

Love seeks

 

Love goes dumb

Love speaks

Love stumbles

 

Love scours skies

Love lives

Love dies

 

Love is the word

That occupies your world

You take the beast on

 

Hoping that love will tame his haughty soul

But you forget that loving and being a lover

Have nothing to do with each other

 

Poem 4

 

In the midst of wilderness

A tiny bee

And I

 

Amidst the hustle bustle of a cruise

Your song

And I

 

We dance

And dance

And dance

To our heart's content

 

We leave our feet

On a quiet beach

Making rounds in the warm sand

 

While our hands

Play the piano

In a quaint little cafe down the road

 

Our voices

Don't miss us

Singing loudly to the karaoke beats

 

Our hearts beat

To the beloved's bidding

Melting with the afternoon heat

 

 

Our pieces find their own way

Like we do

Through the maze

 

At the end of the day

All of it will come together

We will leave this place

In one piece

 

Poem 5

 

Colours of the parrot wings rub on my shoulders

I wait for the wings to sprout from the green boulders

The atmosphere is electrified with anticipation even the wind has paused

The bird is unaware of the commotion that it has caused

 

Time doesn't stop as day approaches noon

In a few hours the Sun will set, making way for the Moon

I do not flinch, I do not move, wings will appear soon

Hopeless optimism has always been my boon

 

With rising temperature, the green fades

Those grey shades are definitely not the parrot's jade

Anyway, wings of any colour are better than the green grass blades

I don't waiver, I don't bat an eyelid, positivity I have in spades

 

It is dark now all colours have gone black

Wings are nowhere to be seen even the parrot has folded his back

For not moving sooner I am busy giving myself flak

Not an inch of progress now who will cut me some slack

GAURI DIXIT

GAURI DIXIT: is a software professional from Pune writing in English and Marathi. Gauri’s poems have been featured in Haiku KATHA, Learning & Creativity, Glomag, Spillwords, Narrow Road etc. Her first collection 'In My Skin I Find Freedom' was published in 2018 for which she won Reuel International Prize - best upcoming poet.