BLUES TRILOGY – Anjali Purohit

 

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CERULEAN

 

I am blue under the cavernous boulder

tired, worn yet awake with you on this virgin soil

 

we play with dragonflies on the mist

Intense. The smoke rises to the skies

 

cerulean cannot hide under any colour

so I gather crystal ferns from the rocky shelter

 

Teal. Your eyes are sad and weary in the rain

we know once the showers stop we must part

 

yet you spin sapphire dreams that briefly hover

we lie entangled wary, fearing for what is to come after

and see that fatal light filter through the latticed cover

 

With what fond hope my love did we look for landmarks

remembering old times we fancied were forever.

 

 

LAPIS

 

We are suspicious beyond our narrow quarters

we barricade faith and trust, lock them in chains and fetters

 

we condone each other under duress

for it is our common sins that hold us to each other

 

be sure the heat will come again

all dry and sere about the flowers

 

even as we prod numb flames over the embers

then we’ll look for the word that was given in earnest

 

promises meant,  loyalties not yet forgotten

then we’ll tear at the barricades that we knowingly secured

 

recall, that vision swift, clear and silent

yet nameless on the edge of this burning forest

 

but now no words are left in whose arms

we leave our loves behind relying

only on those distant days we spent dreaming together.

 

 

INDIGO

 

We are both barefoot this warm and tender night,

I summon desires and diamonds from the dust

 

the moon will rise again

all huge before the wind

 

the stars descend amidst the fireflies

the twilight has come and gone away with the treasure

 

So I will go splintering before the air and seek

the ghosts of our dreams beneath the cinders

 

This insanity is hard, wavering, altered

lost in broad daylight yet upon us like a deluge tonight

 

To what end did we refugees miss our chance and turning

we capsize our boat willingly into the mute waters

it sinks silently out of sight.

Anjali Purohit is an artist and a writer based in Mumbai. She writes fiction and poetry and her work has featured in anthologies and literary journals including Four Quarters Magazine, Antiserious, Anthology of Contemporary Indian Poetry II (Big Bridge), Desilit, Chowk, Indian Writing from Around the World, Urban Voice India and Suvarnarekha.

She is also the founder of Cappuccino Readings, an initiative aimed at fostering a literary cafe culture in Mumbai.