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,