Three poems
wisteria
all I know of wisteria
is its wild efflorescence,
like a woman singing
to forget,
drowning her throat
in flowers.
breath
each breath carries
a forest,
a network of rhythms
that speak
to each other,
that whisper in the language
of a thousand trees,
their leaves holding
emerald secrets
in veins,
and trunks
gathering love
in roots.
swimming
when you swim,
you split yourself in two,
like a dream that’s
part-water, part-air.
You glide through
swell and fall
with the silence
of prayer, conversing
in the tongue
of breath and waves.
After this solitude,
after this softness of peace,
you rise like a new day,
glistening with hope.
Suchita Parikh-Mundul is a freelance writer, copy editor and poet. Her poems recently appeared in The Bombay Literary Magazine, Outlook India and Yugen Quest Review. Her articles can be read at The Swaddle.
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