Every Jaded January: Three poems by Sneha Bhura

Photo: Karan Madhok

‘A 5 o’clock shadow / Makes oblong pools in my mind / I can’t thrash it out’

- Sneha Bhura



Winter solstice

 

Inner basic buoyancy

Totters off-centre

In January.

Raving, unsent letters

Stew and simmer

In tear-stroked recovery.

Why does it rain so hard

Unseasonably?

Why do I scour the past

Every jaded January? 

Rake up unbidden

Quiet, little origin stories.

It goes and goes, piling

The same old dung heap

Every frigid January.

Webbed feet aspires 

A hot bath in oranges 

For Venus in retrograde

For dog days sanctuary.

*

 

The Future

 

There will be early sunbeams 

Singing cowbells and serenity 

A black-dressed woman, dancing 

On a yacht, fedoras and Bellinis 

 

We’ll go to white gravel cafes 

Speckled in gold and silver light 

Play vintage backgammon

Last of the stragglers, rejoice! 

 

May the beautiful stories be

Stuffing tacos with mummy 

Rolling dumplings, agnolotti,

Pooling dusk, parks and poesy. 

 

Oh to colour flower pots

In a house full of paintings

Cushions in lilac and sea green 

You pick a colour, stay with it

 

Can you keep on swinging 

Like it's always February

Bursting tulips, Sakura leaves 

When love's a battered dream? 

*

White Hair

 

I smashed a frozen stick of rose 

into smithereens

The petals cracked and withered 

On a foaming wish 

It looked pink and ruby and delish 

 

I did not have the nerve to pluck it 

 

My skates had long, sharp blades 

To steel-slash ice

The back stiffened, I couldn't hold

Walk, tap or glide 

Like the smooth, silk-rolling types 

 

I dwell in fear of a bear so white 

 

Salted, prickly, soft and cushiony 

A 5 o’clock shadow

Makes oblong pools in my mind

I can't thrash it out 

Colours blur, the words disappear 

 

They squeal secret sighs at night

*** 

Sneha Bhura is a Delhi-based journalist with The Week. She has worked for publications like Open magazine, Mint Lounge and Fortune. Her first chapbook, Velvet Grapes: Drunk Midnight Poetry (Hawakal Publishers), was out in January 2021. Her most recent poems have been published in the Madras Courier and The Punch Magazine. You can find her on Instagram: @sneha.bhura and Twitter: @bhura_sneha.

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