Kaushik.

At the bottom of the ocean

Beneath thai reefs

Lies cold my lover

For this’ unforgiving sea

For this’ unaccustomed earth

Lies cold his mother

Cigarette ends lost in a

Hearth of contemporary steel

Kaushik, I whisper

I dare to say your name

Remembering winter's wrath

And poor Anne in her grave

Puffer jackets ugly

Brown as our skins

As pretty as your love

Wasn’t I too simple for your sins?

“Don’t go,” oh my bangle

Wasn’t it you who fled

For the uncanny life

of New York's empty bed

Landscapes, women change

But the apathy? never

For this’ familiar feeling

Of unconditional pain

Between blurry visions

Lies cold my lover

Understood,

known at last

With mother, and

her accustomed place.

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-samjam (from Hema's POV)

Hi! This is based on a book/collection of short stories I read. Tis the Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri. Part 1 stories of the book= I thoroughly enjoyed. ThE poem is based on part 2 though, which I think I hate XD (I kept it vague and symbolic as possible to avoid spoilers dw bc I still recommend the book)

See, the downside of loving literary fiction is bing bada BOOM the HURTTTT. I will make a whole blogpost ranting about thAt Buuuuttt for now- enjoy this poem.

I'm sure even if you haven't read the book you can interpret some story or appreciate the poetic structure. I'd LOVEEE to hear your thoughts on this if you do have some!!!

[it has come to my notice that the comments section isn't working :(, i'll try to fix that if possible, until then, my blogCHAT and whatsapp are open <3 sorry for the inconvenience]

Toodles!

(title and picture is a work in progress heh)