Awakening
She walks up to the windows
Catching scanty rays of the morning
Sun that shoot in, engaging in foreplay
With the criss-crossed
Patterns of a curtain pale white,
Forming a chessboard on her creamy face.
And they move further,
Slowly illuminating a darker room
That documents stories of tamed gypsies and repeated
lies.
Her dress in the colour of vermilion, a smaller
One marks the tip of her head; not a passion but
One that’s a proof of lost virginity saved
For Him,
Flutters to the advances of the cooler dawn breeze,
Moving up her thighs,
And she appears like the Sita adorning the walls
Of a Khajuraho.
A Ram in deep slumber lies close enough,
Dreaming of His Sita, while her reflection forms
A shadow over Him, protecting his sleep;
The light too timid to cross its territory.
Dark clouds storm in, diluting the intensity
Of the Sun. Is it her Raavana? A darker shadow
Forms over Him, and a Sita,
Whose brows frown, fears the growing battle
Between the Gods.
Niharika Mallimadugula is a final year student of Literature from Chennai, India heading to London to pursue her Masters in Cultural Studies at SOAS. Poetry is her way of protesting against her own mind, analysing political contentions and anything else that stirs a passion in her - positive or negative.
She walks up to the windows
Catching scanty rays of the morning
Sun that shoot in, engaging in foreplay
With the criss-crossed
Patterns of a curtain pale white,
Forming a chessboard on her creamy face.
And they move further,
Slowly illuminating a darker room
That documents stories of tamed gypsies and repeated
lies.
Her dress in the colour of vermilion, a smaller
One marks the tip of her head; not a passion but
One that’s a proof of lost virginity saved
For Him,
Flutters to the advances of the cooler dawn breeze,
Moving up her thighs,
And she appears like the Sita adorning the walls
Of a Khajuraho.
A Ram in deep slumber lies close enough,
Dreaming of His Sita, while her reflection forms
A shadow over Him, protecting his sleep;
The light too timid to cross its territory.
Dark clouds storm in, diluting the intensity
Of the Sun. Is it her Raavana? A darker shadow
Forms over Him, and a Sita,
Whose brows frown, fears the growing battle
Between the Gods.
Niharika Mallimadugula is a final year student of Literature from Chennai, India heading to London to pursue her Masters in Cultural Studies at SOAS. Poetry is her way of protesting against her own mind, analysing political contentions and anything else that stirs a passion in her - positive or negative.
