anisha SenGupta Yanger
I’ve run out of Marmite
The journeymen are looking for me
and I'm ankle deep in murky water amongst some flattened frooti boxes, tobacco
sachets and other sundry pieces of life that aren't mine
in some distorted description, I found scribbles with the watchers, a line I wrote, to
catch the moment in a day.
my heart stops off once in a while,
often the experiment of life, basking in beakers of alkaline needs just water to distil
into something less frantic
swirling like the mixology of legacy
the mingle of two things
the blend
rough grained
earthy
a mouth succumbed to taste
pernicious and sometimes short sighted- a need for decantation
farseeing
the best of this, the worst of that
freckles dusted like an afterthought, a brown woman's savant-esque look in red, pink,
dirty peach, kohl under and over the lid
darkening the dark orbs
patches over wheaty outer coverings
sandaled 3/4 of the year
tropical, 100% organic,
wholehearted
stretchy, ankle on ankle
with a marrow- full splendor of flaws and merciful cantation.
Anisha has been writing poetry for some years but started submitting intermittently over the last couple of years for publishing. Her writing is mostly about the frailty of humans, the ambivalence of feelings, and the daily struggles of life. Her other interests include horse riding,saving pets and amateur photography. She now lives in India after living in many countries and considers herself a world citizen.To earn her bread and butter she went from journalism to a full time media consultant.