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Lockdown dilemmas

By Gauri Dixit

Lockdown Dilemmas The blades rotate at a constant speed My eyes etch a pattern on the thick layer of dust 'The fan will not clean itself' The mind says 'It will too See the tiny dust particles floating in the air?' Says the eye The onions have been lying in the terrace for six days now Day one and day two were supposed to dry the wet onions It rained on day three and four The onions are out for drying again And they will dry on their own There's no pain I go through the memories scattered around Picking each, cleaning, dusting, compartmentalizing, organizing Halfway through I see you Much larger than any compartment I have at my disposal And too small to be locked

Gauri Dixit when not busy working in her office, is busy being a traveller, climbing mountains, capturing the voice of a solitary flower blossoming from a rock or the bird sitting on a hanging branch, sometimes  the setting sun or the  sea  in her camera as well as in the words she weaves. Her poems speak in a voice which is unique, cold and direct .  She  has been a Reuel Prize awardee. Her first book, ‘In My Skin, I Find Freedom’, has poems on varied subjects with a common thread of a sceptical questioning mind of a free woman.