Contents
Tributary
The poet enters the game
Beating her soiled clothes, Saraswati reaches God and bursts into tears
The way you have folded laundry, Saraswati folds continents
Maya knows how the day walks carrying heartbeats
Saraswati praises your name even when you have no choice
Mira pulls a fish out from the banks of the Jamuna
Maya offers light to an absent reality
Saraswati works water, hums generations
Maya appraises what to do with all your stray emotions
Saraswati marks lineage of the missing
Saraswati nods to the white man who, after hearing her liberation poems, embroiders "dowry"
Tinder
The poet enters the game of lila
Saraswati dozes, two hands as a pillow beneath her head
At the edge of her bangle, Saraswati reckons with the one flame
Mira - as lit - through a triangle - of encircled wrist
Saraswati waits for silk & turns to cotton
Mira marks how dark can unveil blush
Mira seeks to unpuzzle warmth
Maya sees purity is false passion
Maya incarnates the phoenix
Mira inspects her forehead & offers a genesis
Gust
The poet enters the game of lila & marks
Maya admits there are two or more protagonists in this story
Maya speculates if - at this time - this is - (indeed) - the right train to - right now - board
On the platform, Maya troubles Arrest
Maya - on the brink of transferring - to the express
Maya lies awake, invoking an old flame
Maya marks a destination
Maya marvels what it would be like to have her Self meet herself
Maya challenges you to a staring contest
Loam
The poet enters the game of lila & marks a number
Saraswati says in my name, love the sweet of yourself
In the 21st century, Mira remarks - Krishna's ways of loving belong in a parallel universe
As she writes sky -
Mira longs to be more than a bride
Maya shuffles plates, hoping to generate electricity
Mira unfurls her hair into a bell when - from this ringing - mirror emerges
Upon catching snatches - of you - fastening strands of a woman's hair
When promise disappears, Mira speaks to the thorns
Saraswati - rendering - between sparrows
Maya entices you to reach out & touch lightning
Mira barters infinity to raise her hand
The poet enters the game of lila & marks a number of miracles
Language & Lila: (Re)marks
Acknowledgments
Gratitude