Events Such As Women

August 19, 2008 at 4:55 am 4 comments

Sacred scattering of vermilion.
An ebb of dark red blood from my liver.
Differences in the same colour
of morning sky before sunrise.

A conch-shell blows.
All around, the commencement
of mornings and marriages.
Sounds of death southward.

Crows and their echo of caws.
Hopeful, a new day breaks.
Absence of mourners
for an abandoned carcass.

Each new morning:
Another segment of anticipation.
A wave of joyous burst
or perhaps unveiled ugliness.

Life, like water, flows into me
and takes my shape.
Events, like women, have
layers and layers of faces.

© 2007 Ritwik Banerjee

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  • 1. kim  |  August 19, 2008 at 1:53 pm

    “Crows and their echo of caws.
    Hopeful, a new day breaks.
    Absence of mourners
    for an abandoned carcass.”

    this is a fantastic stanza. i love the absence of mourners…

    Reply: Glad you liked it! 🙂


  • 2. siubhan  |  August 19, 2008 at 9:12 pm

    i liked this a lot– how one statement follows close on the heels of the next and despite the short crispness of the lines, there’s no disconnection in thought. the last stanza especially; love the comparisons.

    Reply: Thank you for your encouraging inputs. The last stanza is my favourite as well. It reflects a certain amount of misogyny that I did not realize while writing it down.


  • 3. Tara  |  August 21, 2008 at 4:33 pm

    This has a sense of how everything touches and yet leaves only an invisible fingerprint. Somehow, within the fingerprint, life thrives knowing there is a constant and common communication between us all. I find this a lovely creation.

    Makes me smile reading it.


    Reply: It’s great to have a reader liking my poem. I had something different in mind while I wrote it, but, well, it’s poetry . . . multiple interpretations and all that, right? 🙂


  • 4. neha  |  September 2, 2008 at 10:15 am

    wow… the picture you portray is so graphical…
    very nice… life is like water… so true… it flows so beautifully sometimes so violently sometimes

    Reply: Thanks Neha. I am glad that you liked the metaphorical usage of water in the last stanza.



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