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uncaged
this long ailing night
left to die
like an aging raven
unused
to flying failing
its wings
mortified

this cagelessness
humiliating

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smothered
flame of candle
crushed
between thumb
and forefinger

charred night

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burst into flame
solitary flower immolate
your petals detonating
like suicide vests
making pale
the glitter
of the stars the sky
shredded raining fire
scorching an earth
already weary
of its own blood

take it back
the night

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shatter stillness

the night
on crutches

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the sun
shrouded
in a cloak of night

refusing
point blank
to rise

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bird stripped
of sight
seeking
refuge
in a sky
full
of bullet wounds

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burnt
stumps

gather
the ashes scatter
the ashes

into the wind

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breaking
the silence

death’s soft whisper

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ash coloured
the cobblestones

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above my head
smoke from
a distant dream

a sky
in flames

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voiceless scream
as leaves drop
from trees

one
by one

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stitched from clouds
soaked
in red
the sky
reluctant shroud

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smeared grey
across the sky
its ash visage
darkened
by the death
of the sun

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is this
or is this
the dream
I came home to?

dogs sniffing blood
on chinar leaves

15
watermelon heads
explode
every single day

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16
elsewhere
in tiny heaps
discarded
ash

shrouds
in mourning

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crumpled
sheet of light
in a room made vacant
made lonely made fiction
by what else
death
dappled shadow
white black white white
blurry motion windswept
ricochet across room
slamming headfirst
into the wall
also white
crumpling
into a shivering
daze on spinning floor
with a bang and
a crash
breath panting
for breath breathlessly
swallowing
gasping air gasping
for breath out of breath
eyes wide rolling over and
over before closing shutting
down clanging
like shutters ungreased
metal rusted with years
the light no longer white yellow
age yellow with age
hinges squeaking
for oil remembering
gaze fixed
on unseen further point
in the fog dense
remember leaves
losing sheen
at the moment of their passing
falling falling sheet floating
down
light as light weightless
almost
crumpled shadow of light
in room emptied
of thought

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all of it

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in a fragile landscape
ash coloured
leaves
seeking refuge
from the fire

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shiver death
in the cold
cold
light of the sun

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streets
full of rage

stones
grappling with fists
willing
to bleed

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their eyes shut tight
dead men learning
to dream

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the children cycle madly
homewards
under a sky hurling
hailstones

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charred
flame
of the candle

a dream in ashes

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mirror
vast and silent
the oars precise
slice
its stillness

a different rhythm

that of gunfire
intermittent
echoes
ringing
ringing
in ears
made deaf
by a silence
intimate
with roadside graves

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burnt
blackened forever
the night

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all night long
the smell
of tyres
burning

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forest
full of tree trunks
gutted

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at sunrise
the women
hurrying
to bury the night

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stab each hand
one by one

smash the clocks
underfoot
one by
one

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across
a landscape of green
the fresh
fresh smell
of blood
spilling

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crushed underfoot
leaves
daring to breathe

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from the corner of my eye
a blur of grey

leaking fugitive

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stripped
made naked
the bitterness
of shadows

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scattered
beneath the stones
reams
and reams
of poetry

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they bury shadows
here
every night
under a moon
known for its brazenness

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widowed sky
lamenting
its own drowning

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giant sieve
soaked
in its own blood

the sky
riddled

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the keening of widows
muffled by the shadows

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on some days
on most days
all that remains
is for the night to end

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yesterday’s words
like stale bread
posing as poetry

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the blood-coloured flowers
continue
to bloom

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the women silent
stones
watching refusing
to shroud their heads
shroud
their heads

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a sky
unable
to shrug off
its greyness

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there where
the shadows
huddle
in quiet whispers

the restlessness of
trees

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elsewhere
the sound
of bare feet

running

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anointed in their own blood
the shadows refusing
to weep

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slice the vein
and let the poem bleed
all over the white
all over

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bloodied fists
smash the night

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cold wet street
stones
strewn under
a flickering lamplight
like freshly plucked flowers

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low rumble
deep tumbril
from well of throat
the cry rising
thick like smoke
choking
on its own fire
burn
burn the devastated land
strewn with stumps
charred
as mighty trees
one by one by
one fall prey
to what?
what? was it
that caused this
blindness
blind blind
rage blinded
thought
suspended
impossible then
to extinguish
flames
sparked by

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shadows
full
of faces trapped
in rooms full
of shadows
staring staring
blankly
at reflections
of flames
ricocheting off the walls
before collapsing
into a heap
of ash rotten
rotting from within
their hearts
so full
so full of anger

white
drained of blood
the landscape
waiting for winter
and snow

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rage
into the night
solitary shadow

hide
hide your shame

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strangling silence

the night
sandpapers
its leaves
singing hoarse
its songs out of tune
broken voiced
wrangling
like bent reeds underwater
snarled in discord

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the distant sighing
of the flute wind
whispering rustling
in harmony
faint

soft

shrill piercing
the sound of a car horn

persistent
loud lament

strangling

silence

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Assisted by hands gripped
firmly around its neck. Pushing
down. Splashing wildly.
The darkness

drowned

once and for all
into the pool of light.

Poems by Naveen Kishore, photographs by Amit Mehra.