Arrested Eyesight: Three poems by Vasundhara Parashar

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Poetry by Vasundhara Parashar: ‘I used to know my conscience, I used to see the world, / But now I read, Byron, Browning, and Burns, / Only to find myself lying on kitchen floors.’

Vasundhara Parashar

Metamorphosis

 

What I bear in my arrested eyesight

is a distinguished blush; 

seconded by a discrete grin.

 

Where daunting proximity ignites a

scintillating spark of art;

Just as my hands have taken to poetry.

 

For the winds, the lights, the stars, the moon, 

that were for me, are now for him.

 

Instead of using cups, sons, and blood,

Ovid should have used, rings, lovers, and roses,

Then he might empathize with Shakespeare 

For his Sylvia.


I used to know my conscience, I used to see the world,

But now I read, Byron, Browning, and Burns,

Only to find myself lying on kitchen floors.

*

Zephyr

 

O’ fragile, full of might,

Don’t loath my leaves, and let me write.

Mix with moss, flow through me,

Nay, world! Let me flee. 


This scented psithurism,

This wanton plea,

These dancing trees in a rhythm,

These deceitful droplets on trees.


Oh, but any moment now,

the blob might drop,

Leaving its leaf 

lonesome, loathsome, and low

Oh there! 

The leaf is me.


For, amidst cement 

my mind is sand,

Petrichor enters my mind as I stand,

Quick! hand me your reins,

Let us fly

Make me count the numberless skies.

 

*


A Palleted Glance

 

I see you wearing maroon,

Not walking for the wants of your will,

Smiling below your eyes.


Pretending to know the reason 

for your head held high,

Effortless, some may call it. 


I speak with your deceiving eyes,

Oh, to know their pain;

of you not giving them what they desire.


Let me lift the burden your lashes bear,

For only then, my lips will not tremble.


But I know the burdens you bear,

And for that, I may let myself 

sway with your flow.


And just like every other day of reading

your breaths like a book,

I still want more of your maroon.

  

***

Vasundhara Parashar is a creative writer who is currently pursuing her Master's Degree in English at Delhi University, India. Her writings have been published in PoemsIndia and Childo Education Research and Development Foundation. You can find her on Instagram: @vasundhara___.

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