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Witness to times past and Yellow Bird

By Nishi Pulugurtha

Witness to times past

A garden tracing its time back

Centuries,

The river flowing by

As it had always done

They have been there together

For years now

Bound by geography, by place

Witness to all that has changed

Witness to all that is changing now

Huge trees, overarching branching

Creepers, shrubs, foliage

Dry leaves – red and brown

Rustling, now quiet

The wind blowing through the green ones

Leaning on, some bent

Broken too,

Twisted and curled

Cut down, decayed

Banks derelict too

The river’s course has changed

Mud flats with debris

Muddied waters.

Glistening in the winter sun

On the broken bench a lone figure

Asleep in the winter sun

Some rest amid all the noise and bother

Before life resumes all over.

Yellow Bird

That yellow bird with a black band around its neck

Perched itself each year

December/January

Its winter haunt, I guess

It sits for a while perched on the branch

And flies off

To land on another branch

The little leaves barely a camouflage

Solitary on its perch

Chirping for a while

To soar away

It is back soon

Almost each morning

The pleasant winter sun seems to be just right for it

It feels nice

It makes me feel nice

The colour, the motion

The flight.

That happy yellow bird

With the black band around its neck.

Dr. Nishi Pulugurtha is Associate Professor in the department of English, Brahmananda Keshab Chandra College and has taught postgraduate courses at West Bengal State University, Rabindra Bharati University and the University of Calcutta. She is the Secretary of the Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library, Kolkata (IPPL). Her research areas are British Romantic literature, Postcolonial literature, Indian writing in English, literature of the diaspora, film and Shakespeare adaptation in film and has presented papers at national and international conferences in India and abroad and published in refereed international and national journals. She writes on travel, film, short stories, poetry and on Alzheimer’s Disease. Her work has been published in The Statesman, Kolkata, in Prosopisia, in the anthology Tranquil Muse and online – Kitaab, Café Dissensus, Coldnoon, Queen Mob’s Tea House, The World Literature Blog and Setu. She guest edited the June 2018 Issue of Café Dissensus on Travel. She has a monograph on Derozio (2010) and a collection of essays on travel, Out in the Open (2019). She is now working on her first volume of poems and is editing a collection of essays on travel.

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Poetry

Winter in Vienna and more…

By Sarita Jenamani

Winter in Vienna 

Winter is usually foggy here 

It blurs the reflection of your dream 

in the mirror of your imagination 

Night does not sojourn here 

but when the snowy night 

passes through the city 

a violet glow envelopes everything 

A certain passion erupts in me 

and jumps back to its own caldera 

Conversation is a sin here 

Voice darkens and submerges in the sorcery of silence

Snow trickles into the stillness

Exile 

All through life 

an unending journey 

accompanies you 

And in the absence of 

a destination 

much of what’s inside gets lost 

And the warp and weft of being 

keeps on breaking

Beyond 

Stillness spreads its wings 

like the desert 

beneath a dawning sky 

The paraplegic pyramids glitter 

in a mixture of azure and gold 

There is still a lot to say 

beyond civilization

Viennese Coffee-houses 

No sooner does dusk fall 

than the city’s cafés come to life 

with the tinkling clang of indifference 

Gradually the crowd of solitude gathers 

around the tables

Sankt Marx Friedhof*

Silence is magnificent 

particularly when it connects 

the monumental music of lives 

that sleep peacefully 

with the absolute space 

Flowers and graves shoot up 

rupturing earth’s breast 

They exist side by side in stillness 

I wonder what they think 

of volatile souls that travel to the sky 

with the chanting 

of mysterious mantras 

or of those who wait 

for an undefined time to resurrect 

Beyond cemetery’s wall 

a swarm of sound passes through 

slicing the essence of existence 

in our trivial time

*Mozart was buried in St. Marx Communal Cemetery, Vienna.

(These poems are excerpted from her latest collection, Till the Next Wave Comes)

Sarita Jenamani is a poet of Indian origin based in Austria, a literary translator, anthologist, and editor of a bilingual magazine for migrant literature – Words & Worlds – a human rights activist, a feminist and general secretary of PEN International’s Austrian chapter. She has three collections of poetry. She writes in English, Odia and translates to and from German. Sarita translated Rose Ausländer, a leading Austrian poet, and an anthology of contemporary Austrian Poetry from German into Hindi and Odia. She has received many literary fellowships in Germany and in Austria including those of the prestigious organizations of ‘Heinrich Böll Foundation’ and ‘Künstlerdorf Schöppingen’.  She studied Economics and Management Studies in India and Austria where she works as a marketing manager.