NIRA
by
PRIYANJOLI
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you once brought me some records
and played it with so much fervour.
i searched for them today
and instead found your handkerchief.
soft to the touch
tender to the memory.
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***
do you remember
the hot summer afternoons at our house?
i take the swing
you read your books
and in the evening
you make chai for us
the ocean air
the moving swing
the smell of tea,
you and me.
***
do you remember
the hot summer afternoons at our house?
i take the swing
you read your books
and in the evening
you make chai for us
the ocean air
the moving swing
the smell of tea,
you and me.
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***
what is with these birds?
they sing and chirp
and fly and fly.
they don’t carry suitcases,
lunch bags or mortgages.
are there any sad birds?
i wonder.
some bird songs are sad
but they are not filled with sadness,
only longing.
***
what is with these birds?
they sing and chirp
and fly and fly.
they don’t carry suitcases,
lunch bags or mortgages.
are there any sad birds?
i wonder.
some bird songs are sad
but they are not filled with sadness,
only longing.
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NIRA by Priyanjoli Basu
Photography: Madhavan Palanisamy
Creative Direction: Radha Rathi
Muse: Kripali