Poetry

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 The winter's fading, am I
falling back for you
again? Waiting to wake up
to the drenched poems
you would send, of lifelessness
and death, and despair;
trying to suck meaning, life,
empty mind, unlit
fears, when the doors break open
in gust and in rage.
Unfed senses that lay stripped
in carnivorous
ugliness, now falls over
us who sit steady
pretending that things will change
hiding ourselves from
us, trying not to admit
that it will only get worse.

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.