Poetry

Obscure sorrows

Image by Zashnain Zainal. CC-BY-SA

​Strange it is how strangers meet
On lonesome lines and pages
Unarranged on crowded streets
In hope and hate and rages.

No rain in this weary cold
Only this wounded living
Trains go by and we grow old
Forgetting, almost reaching.

And the then and now, and now
And then, always often stings
Absent words, memory rows
Songs we never ever sing.

​​And that’s how we come and leave
To cull stories we may weave.

Goirick Brahmachari’s debut collection of poems, For the Love of Pork (Les Editions du Zaporogue, Denmark) won the Muse India – Satish Verma Young Writer Award (Poetry) 2016. He is also the winner of the Srinivas Rayaprol Poetry Prize, 2016. Other collections of verses by Brahmachari include joining the dots, 2016, Wet Radio and Other Poems, 2017 and A Broken Exit, 2019. He is currently working on two collaborative volume of verses titled The Nightwalkers along with Debarshi Mitra and Non Tribal/ Tribal with Avner Pariat. His poems and essays have appeared in various journals, magazines, blogs and pamphlets.