Abhra : Writing

Talisman

Talisman

A Poem by Abhra


This is as much about nothing.As it is about things that do not feature.This is about all the commas,pauses in speech and the halts in breatha poem ca..
To the lost art of story telling

To the lost art of story telling

A Poem by Abhra


This is a minute.A minute stolen from a day.A minute in which you embrace final things.The things that come after fables end.A minute that only keeps ..
Anthropology

Anthropology

A Poem by Abhra


Things appear from the past..An identity of distancebetween footprints and the body.It's geography and history is in tiny,sparse things.In its own fad..
Traveler

Traveler

A Poem by Abhra


I want to know the origin of wind.I want to know her face.If she has history and kins.I want to know her name.What did they call the wind when she was..
An Ode to my Grandma

An Ode to my Grandma

A Poem by Abhra


I cannot begin to write about lifeFor it is short.Summed up neatly in a few memoriesLike a bundle of old newspaperStored aside for occasional referenc..
Surrogate

Surrogate

A Poem by Abhra


What do I do with so muchpoetryand so many wordswhen all I have to say footnotes in silence.In the disheveled coliseum of language, vicinity is a rive..
Rungli Rungliot

Rungli Rungliot

A Poem by Abhra


This was also written sometime in 2007
Parenthesis

Parenthesis

A Poem by Abhra


I shall call it a parenthesisbecause life does extend beyond it,suddenly,in all directions.And inside there's just a dotted landscape, with somemoth-e..
A Slow Burn

A Slow Burn

A Poem by Abhra


This poem was written awhile back.
Tongue

Tongue

A Poem by Abhra


I come from a place where languageshave widows.Their adjectives are unclothed, unpronouncedand executed openly in foster care ofsoft-drink republics.I..