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Hills

Melancholy and music blend gently in this verse by Dr Jyothsnaphanija  – exclusively for Different Truths.

Today I have enough melancholy to make love
Somewhere flow of darbari kanada
Is heard.
Some contrast of
Chloroformed voice
Winter fragmented throat
Collecting tunes
From melting tree’s kutch work’s glitter.
Or
Unquoted jaggery cracks.
Uneven, broken slate pencil’s circle.
 
Words exchange
Framing rustle on paper.
geometry box
in our forgotten angles.
I tell you
It is music
Soft as wax crayons.
Satin worked thread leaves.
You finally understand
Listening is always unreachable.

Glossary:

Darbari kanada: a raga in Indian music

Kutch work: a type of embroidery work in India

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Dr Jyothsnaphanija
Dr Jyothsnaphanija teaches English Literature at ARSD College (University of Delhi), India. Her first poetry collection Ceramic Evening was published in 2016. Her poems most recently have appeared and are forthcoming in The Handy, Uncapped Pen, Wishbone Words, The Hopper, Bosphorus Review of Books and others.
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  • It is, indeed, a remarkable piece madam. You’ve wonderfully captured the essence of musical notes tilted on bric-a-brac around us. What an animated imagery “Words exchange/ Framing rustle on paper”!

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