All in sleep
Exclamation mark drifts
White lies of snow scattered
I’m throwing sweat in the dry river
Weighing acid in the ocean and on land
Today there is so little dying at the twilight
I am losing the threads of my ancestors
Grandmother is sewing the hems of frayed
Pe(i)ace and relations
In the evening, I count the missing hills
Losing the aesthetic of appreciating
Nothing. No names, no lands, no flowers,
no birds, no animals. Nothing, nothing.
I am a half animal, half cancer, half-life and
half death wherever I go
there is emptiness, a lifeless desert
Breathing smoke like
Buzzing chiming mobile and TV
Everything is available in a mouse click
Money exchanging life in the night
We have been earning and paying
For what is useless?
The truth is nothing
For sale, exchange offer,
Language of broken
Thoughts divided by lines
Tenacious memory like oil on a turtle
The violent angry sun is stomping the sea
You took a pill to drug the drought mind
All in sleep
Colonizers
Not poor but plundered
Chor bazzari of
Gold to be hold
Booty looty
Extracting, desecrating, devastating
Land
Glory is dripping blood
The sun never sat for it didn’t trust your macabre
By the by, whatever in the name of civilization
You faked it till you trade it
You, what shall I name you?
Thieves, thug, plunderer, murderer
History’s revenge or remedy
Don’t point your finger
We are here because you were there
So bro I wanna wanna
In the beginning, there was a sigh
I eat and drink with the tongue
That pained my experience
Gone, gone my
Language
My words tried to
Find
Space
I seek mother
Tongue
Dream/nightmare of confused
Language
Speech
An answered question
With white lies
Woman
In passive voice an object
One word indelible in memory
History means inquiry in
Language
On skin
Speaks silence?
Simple Maths
The whole number of our lives is zero
Suppose the value of a person is zero
Suppose one common man meets another
It’s 1/0=0
When Two B *B
It’s equal to E
If A accuses B
B cancels A either by dividing or by subtracting
One thousand guns = mass shooting
80% plastic = Greed
Money > relations
Kindness <violence
Green _Green = concrete
War +War=Insanity
If we run at this speed/Km
Our end is near
Colour
Nothing is mine
Land. Love. Life.
The colour of my skin, my flag, my land,
my name, my blood, my flesh are
not mine
Longing heart, not mine.
My language is colourful too.
Yet it lost its fragrance in the market.
Tired of strolling, it brought RP.
My mother in her lost her tongue, is pronouncing her land.
Her eyes are losing their colour as land.
The paper I carried. My identity is discoloured with time.
The sepia of the frayed paper is slipping.
Time coloured the paper and life.
The forgotten colour of falling time has ripened.
Now, the bells are ringing.
Pulkita Anand is an avid reader of poetry. Author of two children’s e-books, her recent eco-poetry collection is ‘we were not born to be erased’. Various publications include: Tint Journal, Origami Press, New Verse News, Green Verse: An anthology of poems for our planet (Saraband Publication), Ecological Citizen, Origami Press, Asiatic, Inanna Publication, Bronze Bird Books, SAGE Magazine, The Sunlight Press and elsewhere.