Women's Issue Feature Poem By Pankhuri Sinha

Women's Issue Feature Poem By Pankhuri Sinha

1. Suzannah Poems

Suzannah poems Simply became Mirrors of her true state of mind Of simply forgetting things Thoughts mostly Cause there were limits of listing them Suzannah poems Became poems Of wanting to walk to that café Or just away from home That rented place In that far away land Wanting to walk to that café She had started for About a decade ago Wanting to walk to that café Right now This moment And not knowing how Where Of wanting to be in that café Writing forever Of living an imaginary life Of just being in a café forever With no tornado of people around None saying things without words Suzannah poems Became poems of standing in the sun At about sunset time Emerging At about sunset time From all darkness around Lived alone The next day Possibly In some silent sobs Suzannah Poems Became poems of standing in the sun And drinking water With quivering lips Yes Paying homage to the sun And picking all colors Petal by petal Flower by flower Thought by thought Bit by bit Step by step Simply pulling together One’s train of thoughts As the expression goes. And A train passed right in front And a station was right in front And there were million kinds of politics About crossing the road And boarding it. Boarding the standing train. There were scratched train tickets Warnings by transit officers There was clear roommate politics Being run by someone Extremely powerful. There were metaphors of buying the ticket And the ticket itself Of leaving Of arriving Of worlds apart Of homes left behind Of doors to get to. But it was no crime To stand in the sun And slowly pick oneself up And not worry at all About the speed of the train The electric speed of it The magnetic speed of people The tornado around And Suzannah poems Became poems of very slowly gathering selves Of no rush No chases, what so ever Of just living a very slow paced life.

2. The game was

The game was That I had to come back to him That I had to see every single other thing And like him to be the best That rather than Settling down Getting comfortable Making a home I had to keep choosing him Over and over again The question is Who had the right to design Such a game? Who had the right To present me With all of these distractions From where I had to come back Or I lost it all?