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IllustrationPhoto: Vikas IllustrationPhoto: Vikas wasted like desire
the wind crackles
like an over-used radio
after the rain
the failed lightning
too late now
to look for last night’s music
‘Thank you also for your kind words of support during these hard times.’
‘There is nothing better than the birth of a book in these hard days to give hope’
‘This is the true face of the Face of the occupation appearing without masks. We will find a way.’
‘You are not only my publisher you are a real friend. The situation in Palestine is very hard. We are trying. We are adapting.’
Phone messages that attempt a ‘courage in the face of the not-normal as if to say we are trying to stay alive on whatever terms and for as long as it takes’ . .
The truth is being played out ‘live’ on every single social media possible. The genocide in Palestine as spectacle. This too is the ‘not-normal’ made ‘new-normal’.
In my helplessness I write more words which even as I write feel inadequate and reach out to friends.
One more sad mail from Palestine . . .too many lives lost . . . meanwhile we celebrate Christmas and yet another new year . . . sorry . . . I can’t stop the words . . .
A Palestinian Poet And Indian Author Exchange Notes On WarNativity
Un holy cathedral
this heart
vast caverns
chilled
like the winter wind
knocking
the child wanting to be let in
or out
depending
on which side of captivity you supported
her pleas
falling
like rock solid hail
its echoes
rising upwards
gusts of rejected air
crashing
into the ceiling no longer visible
hidden
in a haze
her blue innocence couldn't pierce
dejected
her wings drooping
trailing on the floor
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she walked away
And this:
Love in the time of war?
Or a film I could have made . . . had I . . . made the film I never did . . . make . .
best online casino no deposit bonusSad
she said
voice sinking into the pond of melancholia
everything you write
true
I replied
but
not without hope
hoping this would make it more palatable
yes
perhaps not entirely without hope though dark
you would agree
yes
I do tend to write
I said
now beginning to swim frantically from a dark place sounding hollow to my ears as she whispered
I understand I think I do
shifting on to her elbow and side her head tilted towards me observing as I lay staring at the ceiling on a bed made blazing white by the afternoon light
see our bodies covered in leaves
I said
trying to change the subject
as I ran my hand over the dappled shadows streaming through the windows across her thighs and mine
look how helplessly the tree outside the window is valiantly trying to protect our skins
I spoke fast to distract to draw her us into a different conversation
interesting is it not that the shadows are tinged with varying degrees of light
I whispered
like our bodies
reaching out with her fingertips she traced the contours of a particularly dark shadow on my right cheek
her breath whispering what could only have been a smile
see how it stretches from the hill of the cheekbone to your earlobes and seeks refuge behind your ear
errant shadow
said I
mockingly shaking my head
like her dog after a fresh bath spraying
the dark droplets all over her arm and face while she whole heartedly in the game defended herself with flailing arms protecting
retaliating with her own darts of slim slivers of shadows with pointed glowing tips
from the evening sun
we became a black and while film
our shadows on the wall across from the bed engaged in a pillow fight between the forces of light and
shadow
even as the lens of the camera slowly pulled back
and the screen faded to blackjl999 gaming
