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[postscriptsillage]

Dear Axel

Dear Axel, 

My troubles stay burgeoning, growing untamed in my garden. I see cruelty where others do not. 

I saw a woman at the farmer’s market selling healing crystals and stones. Crystals and stones lynched and mutilated against their will into pleasing shapes. Our healing in exchange for the blood of the earth herself. 

I witnessed a rich man donating his surplus groceries to the homeless. For the cosmos, an act of charity. To me, an astounding display of the arrogance of a man who feeds his well-fed self first and aids those less fortunate only as an afterthought. 

And did you know,  sunflowers are allelopathic, injecting toxins into the soil and stifling other plants from blooming? How ignoble of the world to celebrate the beauty of a murderer. 

There is no good, without the bad and morals are only what we render them to be. 

Axel, it seems to me that every deed is tainted by an inescapable paradox- what may seem altruistic to one, spells doom for another. Such is the bitter irony of this world in which I run the risk of harming others by mere acts of self-preservation. 

The guilt of it all reverberates through my every vein. How does a woman proceed from here? 

With love,

[abhitidutta]

Mr ‘FIX ME’

I know this man

Abuse is his mother tongue

He lives in Lansdowne street, Calcutta,

is selectively dyslexic

so never expect him to read words like

‘Feminism’, ‘Equal rights’

He says he has read the Gita, Quran, Bible, everything,

In evenings, he degrades his emotionally intelligent wife,

at nights he tries to make love to her, she withdraws,

Next morning, he says she’s the kind of woman every man wants in his wife,

I know this man,

Abuse is his mother tongue

- Abhiti/ Chiti

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A Life in Contradiction

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Hi everyone, I hope you’re all well. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the strangeness of people and about how our very nature sometimes doesn’t make sense. Anyway, it inspired this little rhyme that I’m sharing with you today, so I hope you enjoy it! A Life in Contradiction I’ve always loved winterBut I hate getting coldI like getting olderbut don’t wanna get old I like to stay silentYet…

[postscriptsillage]

Manifestation Song

In my mind, burrowed between two passageways,

I rented a home in C major 7 and played its tune on repeat for a little sway. 

So if my conviction is to arrive before my eyes, 

I make it dance to the music in my head prior to welding it with real life. 

And if the heart is a window to gauge what’s yet to come, 

I bolt shut its cynicism lest it leave dirty, lingering crumbs. 

But lately, the daily ebbs feel like punches from hardened knuckles. 

And if what we think is what we become, boy am I in trouble.

[abhitidutta]

My eyebrows look like masculine hands grating coconuton a 7 am breakfast of piping hot, coriander smeared Poha

My lashes curl like hibiscus dipped in the Bay of Bengal

My nose is a landslide

separating the mother from the father,

the father from his self – admiration

My nostrils, they look like

the watery loathing for Plato’s view that says

Poets should be banished from an ideal state

& if you look up at my eyes

they are refugees without the green passports,

living with so much shame,

unable to share a saree, curd rice

this is why one refugee eye cannot look at the other

without noticing the reflection of

national flags on their pupils

dissolving into irony

My lips? If you bite them,

they’ll leave a grainy taste of the Chikoo fruit

My lips? If you kiss them,

they’ll caramelise your mouth with the mixed taste of Cashews & kishmish

People ask who do you write so much for, what surprises you?

I say ‘Me, I am my own Muse’

We use glass windows to either see the

people out of our house

or our own reflections on the window

Why is forgiveness not meant to forgive

but to move on?

& if my breasts go up & down

with breaths taken during

midnight trials at God's court of law

does that mean I feel too much?

A little too much?

A little too much?

- Abhiti / Chiti

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He undressed love with violence We shared a house No longer a home

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