Anita Satyajit is a freelance writer and editor based in
Hyderabad. She has been writing non-fiction since the past 13
years, and has been published in dozens of publications in India
and the USA. Though she has been writing poetry since she was 7,
only recently has she decided to dust the cobwebs off her poetic
works and share them with the world. Post a course in Fiction
Writing from the University of California, Berkeley, USA, she
has now ventured bravely into the bewitching world of fiction
and poetry. To know her better, visit her blog:
Remnants of the Night
Crushed mogra on the nightstand
exuding its lasts remnants of fragrance
Bindi bright on your ear,
such an unlikely spot
Crinkled bed-sheets, patterned with bodies
is crawling towards the floor
Bangles on the carpet
ouch, tread carefully as you wake
Sari on the sofa
Gosh, has that cover really torn?
Earring on the coffee table
has the necklace for company
I look at myself in the mirror
that seems to have survived
our passion in the night
I smile because
I have never felt this beautiful before.
Mountains are not built overnight,
but then neither are myths
Tongues take no time to narrate stories
which are woven carefully together into histories
Till, one day, the stories become realities
are used to taunt,
and create many other sagas.
Till the day you decide
to take a hammer,
and break down barriers
created by these tales.
Myths can be broken down.
Well, so can mountains