March 2024
Neera Kashyap
Neerak7@gmail.com
Bio Note: It's been a cold and smoggy winter here in north India with a rather elusive sun playing both hide and seek. Much like big-brand publishers today. So while these hide, one seeks out the smaller ones who appear to send out brighter rays. I am looking forward to a discussion with one publisher over a manuscript of short stories. Like the poem below, I hope some pages fly open!

Beyond questions

I never knew
the wind could speak
to racing blood,
to an addled brain,
sigh through the needles of pine and mind
in the fragrance of after rain. 
It must be the sudden calm that 
makes the page fly open
to point the way.
An impregnable wall crumbles noiselessly. 
A bird beating against a meshed chimney 
Beats its way out through the way it came.
A nightmare fades into a moment of dreamless calm.
Just a moment 
of complete calm
that flies beyond questions:
Was it the wind or the wall or wings or the page
that blew open?
©2024 Neera Kashyap
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