Ankita Anand
Three Poems by Ankita Anand
Three Poems by
Ankita Anand
Fillers
Interlinked fingers
A face buried in the hollow of a neck
Lips tracing the meanders of an ear
The swirl of a tongue around a navel
An embrace erases the gap between arms
An entry swallows up the chasm between legs
For love is all about filling the void
As is sex
Roman Holiday
They were accosted on the gondolas of Venice
The honeymooners, and asked, ‘Why must you love, if you please?’
They hemmed and hawed, made much ado
And then decided to do as Romans do,
Finally declaring, ‘Let it suffice, O Rome
That we think of each other when we think of home
And if the home and the heart live together
It means we have homes everywhere.’
Quarter-Life Crisis
when the years
spent
in
making
frantic
efforts
at
self-realization
finally begin
to throw up
results
that show you
are so full of
stuff and nonsense
that
to make
an altogether new
you
you
need
to begin
a-new
beginning
to
start
all
over
a-gain
Bio: Ankita Anand has been secretary, National Campaign for People’s Right to Information, editorial assistant, Penguin Books India, coordinator, Samanvay: IHC Indian Languages’ Festival and member, People’s Union for Democratic Rights. She is the co-founder of a street theatre group called Aatish, which produces plays on socio-political issues. As a freelancer she writes and edits. Her primary interest lies in working for the prevention of violence against women.
Her poetry has been chosen for publication by The Indian Review of World Literature in English, The Riveter Review, Papyrus-The Poetry Journal, First Literary Review-East, Em Dash Literary Magazine, Sugar Mule, The Criterion, Writers Asylum,Labyrinth, Lakeview International Journal of Literature and Arts and DeltaWomen Magazine. Some of these can be read at anandankita.blogspot.in. She wants, through her poetry, to make the felt read.
Poetic Statement: My poetry occurs when multiple layers of feelings simultaneously get entangled with each other, when I am feeling, and strongly so, but do not know what, why and how. In the process of putting my finger on the spot, poetry happens, as it does when I experience beauty and am compelled to share it, to reassure the word that it shall exist as long as we do. The hope is that as poetry helps me define my self and feelings, it will create connections and identifications in the readers’ mind and help them understand and articulate their own feelings better.
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