It was Saturday — the air smelt of
kisses-broken-midway

it was brown-skied dark
the water hurled onto the edges of the blue boat under
prying fingers
the marmalade laid perfectly on moonspoons,
we messed our happy picnic day

tanned baskets, fussy brown, you
furled across
the darknothing
bunched larkspur pushed
aside

won’t you come to my place tonight?

pretty was
when
you kissed me
like I wasn’t yours but
going to
be

but
I
clumsy-mess,
only wanted to write more
poetry
more
blue-ribboned yellowbordered gibberish

come to bed, tonight

unmounting
your waning presence of my
brown frame
only when

your
nails
gave me no pleasure,
mon cher — only flung my
purple-ink across a few more
pages

I never had you, did I?

unrolling old cassette tapes—sharing a lemon-slice—smelling gasoline-steel
together was our happyplace till

I learnt to hold a pen
and you

to un-love familiar
me

It was another of our Saturdays
prettyplace warmwater strungbaskets
packed racquets, bacon, even your favourite pair of socks, my
notebook,

when,
without warning you collapsed the mossgreen bridge.

Srishti Dutta Chowdhury

Srishti Dutta Chowdhury

Srishti Dutta Chowdhury is a Charles Wallace Scholar for Creative Writing in the University of Edinburgh (2016) and student of Comparative Literature at Jadavpur University. She is a poet, photographer and avid translator.

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