Three poems by Akila G.

(As Cecile Oumhani and I join the editorial team of Caesurae Column, we present to you Akila G's exquisite poetry. Through the pandemic as our theme stands to be: resilience, Akila, through her poems, uses metaphors to caricature the metaphysics of existence, as she stretches epiphanies on short and long phrases of abstraction to reach silent deliberative moments in rhythmic self-confession. - Rochelle Potkar)

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1.

Our Hopes

like the Tanjore doll

her body, head and hands

in mudra, swaying with a gentle push

to her dome skirt.

You taught me to wrap it

in a cone-shaped paper

stuff the hollow spaces

with crumpled bits, what if

we lose the rhythm

to a broken hook?

I never learnt the way

you wanted me to;

tracing your nubile veins

tugging your skin in amoebic shapes.

Now

you do not glow–

er at my (packing) abilities

nor do you rub the fall of light

in your eyes,