Poetry

Funk

Terror, terror creeps in slow.
Dark clouds move across my eyelid. Mind
Trembles. Black sorrows lay low.
Row, my uncertainties, row.
Terror, terror creeps in slow.
 
A storm within a storm, my breath, now
Shakes; this ugly, shivering
Existence, closes in, grows.
Terror, terror creeps in slow.
 
A flood within my soul. Blood becomes
Water. Body, frozen sha-
dows. And that’s how the day goes.
Terror, terror creeps in slow.


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.