Winters in Pune
a translucent misty gossamer
kisses you full on the lips
and recedes like a lover at dawn,
with a blue bird above packing autumn in its nest
singing of December rains
hopping over branches like a pregnant belly
wobbling
a kettle of chai in a distant red bricked kitchen
whistle gurgling in its throat too shy to burst,
like the way you don't say a truth out loud
hoping it would stop being true,
travelling a hundred noses an hour
on a stove trembling with burnt yellow stains from last night's dal
but humble enough to survive another revolution
i am the eye of an icy tornado
winter breathing around me
over me
through me
as i braid the last breeze in my hair
before dusk sets on my balcony
About the poet:
Alka Rao (@kavyamudrak) works as a software engineer when she is not musing. She believes if she is able to impact even one person with her work, her life would have gotten a purpose. She has had her poems published previously in collaboration with other authors and feels every word expressed gives her soul a fresh breath.