To Quill the Mocking World
(3 min read)
I have learnt to love you.
Learnt it every day!
Like Kashmir learnt to sleep in blackouts.
Like Benaras learnt to feed on death, to thrive on funerals.
Like the Sutlej learnt to flow in partition.
Like the submarine learnt the pressures of depth,
or the lighthouse learnt to out-will the tides.
Like frogs have learnt to be amphibians,
always holding my breath while you are away.
Like a spider learns to live in cob-webs.
Like a soldier’s bullet,
always anticipating attack.
Like the Ship of Theseus,
or like the snake shedding its skin
never really whole, always becoming.
Always a stranger in something same!
I am arranged in you,
like the tongue is arranged between the jaws,
You are caught up in me,
like a bat caught up in its own echo,
like a creeper caught up in its own rings,
or like spirits caught up in coffins
and I feel like a haunted house,
scared of itself, desperate to unlearn!
Art by Somya Tewari
Apart from having curly hair, Somya is almost always utterly amused by common things. She is a – potty door – artist, a – last page of diary – scribbler, a – inside a crowded bus – reader. She is the writer you will find next door who loves how these next doors are so essential and primary to our existence. She loves questions more than answers, and variables more than constants. She writes to pull off what she can’t attain physically and if it makes sense to you, you’ve pulled it off too!