Neem Leaves
By Anu Mahadev
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In the end, after the tears have dried, Neem Leaves will leave you wanting for more.
Anu Mahadev
Anu Mahadev was born and raised in India and moved to the US several years ago to pursue her graduate studies. She is currently an MFA student at Drew University in New Jersey, where she resides with her husband and son. She can be reached at amahadev@gmail.com.
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Neem Leaves - Anu Mahadev
This night (A ghazal)*
What of dreams at dawn that bask asunder? This night?
I see myself with cruel hands that plunder, this night.
I’m secreted to foreign sands, clad in gossamer robes
The scirocco pummels, inviting thunder, this night.
I inhale in rusted paper; the desiccating Sahara heat
The drought we lave, in Marrakech, and yonder, this night.
Libations that you pour into this scalded throat of mine
With gratitude I stare at you in wonder, this night.
Are you a creature borne out of fire, earth or water?
I flicker like an ephemeral blunder this night.
We are found, sculpted, immaculate, seared in moonlight
In an act of final surrender, Anu, this night.
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Ghazal - An ancient poetic form originating from Asia, specifically Persia and Arabia.
Atlas
Geography was never one of your strong suits.
Yet - here we are. You’re reading the lines of my
face, navigating the roads of my body.
Touch me and I’m
smoke.
I confuse you. But you’re not lost.
You find me.
We burn like camphor, we douse like a wick
hissing in water.
Our mouths aflame in the dark.
Our heartbeats the cadence of the same poem.
I fling the compass out. We only need
the stars in our eyes.
Mistress of Hearts
I’m busy. I hold myself up with tape and glue
each day. You rip me apart each night. I wish
you were made of papier-mâché too, you would
then rustle in my hands, crumble at my touch.
I tear off the stars in the sky, darn them into you
and drape you like a quilt. One that vanishes every
morning. This poem drifts in, with the poet. It takes
one look at the discarded drafts on carbon copies.
Yes, I don’t exist within the realms of these words
any more. The poem does not reside in me. Maybe
you do. If this is what it takes to make you write
one-liners to me, I must stop. The alarm clock tears
us apart, while I hurry to suture us together. I’m awake.
Awake in your bed. I know, this is all just a dream.
My typewriter sits at the escritoire, menacingly cold.
I pour your empty words into it. It whispers through my icy fingers.
And I wish, for once, I could just parade you
out in the open, like this poem. Till then I remain,
mistress of hearts, with the writer’s block.
One Way
The city lies beneath my feet, silent,
hushing itself to sleep, untangling
its hairs free of crisscrossing traffic.
I dream of you each night, light years go by,
and in them you grow stronger, my yearning
fiercer, my eyes - these venus fly traps
that will shut only when you are safely in them.
But one-way streets part us, if only the wireless