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Poems by Rudra Kinshuk

A Meditation of Being 

(For Jayanta Mahapatra)

Reading of your letters

wakes me up

from effacing forgetfulness.

I remember my birds and rivers.

Collective rains bring

the memories of navimul,

back to the seeds.

R   e   m   e   m   b   r   a   n   c   e

                             is a meditation

                                       on being.

A half-eaten apple

A half-eaten apple

falls 

down

 on 

the floor.

I see the cat               jumping.

The moss green wall

looks like a mirror

of a giant

in a fairy tale.

The  half-eaten apple 

and the cat disappear

into the oblivion

The peon drops a letter

into the wooden box

fixed outside,

as if descending 

from

H

E

A

V

E

N…

A Bunch of Keys

I’ve a bunch of different keys,

old and rusted.

They’ll never come to any use.

For a few of the locks 

have got lost

and the rest not in order.

Still I handle them

 with care

and often take them 

out of my drawer

and gaze at them long.

I believe that a magic box

 will come to my dream

I can’t throw away old keys,

as if fond memories of my grandma. 

For a Child Cat

I left your tiny body

under the culvert.

I thought

It could be done

with a little more care

and sense.

Should I weep now in silence?

To wipe memories

from my fingertips?

I take bath

under coughing showers.

Still shadows cannot be effaced.