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At IGI Airport, New Delhi

June 29, 2011 Comments off

by June Nandy

Prison alters; different appearances
for the same thing. Chains translate
gravity. Align with its tinsel-thread, you
will resurface in a cage, washed in honey;
whisperings of promises. A promise is
a choice, a path to bind, in the duty-
free shops before you can fly.

Choices are tucked into shelves. The
sign: A wine, never seen so fallible,
will soon be shoved in a duffel bag
by a spent traveller. A seaweed mask,
for an exhausted face peers out of
the mirror; it will pull a woman. But
first, she’ll kneel, to pick up the brittle
bergamot leaf that slips out of
the book of no-exit.

And that little girl, staring at the vending-
machine. What would it mean to stand
beside her, teach her to feed a code, of
what she wants, to pay the price, wait
for the meanings locked inside to tumble
out. If you were really there, would you
draw on the glass-cage, a bird, set to
take a flight, beyond bounds.


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June Nandy’s recent works have appeared in Commonline Zine, Certain Circuits, Up The Staircase Quarterly, and elsewhere. She has an award-winning poem in the open poetry contest, 2009 with Prakriti Foundation, Chennai. Her novel Ideospheres of Pain, which advocates for an ideology-free world, has been released in India. She has been nominated for the best of the Net Anthology 2010 and best of Dzanc Books Web Anthology 2011. Her new poetry collection, The lines must die, has recently been released by Cyberwit.net, India. Her poetry and other details can be accessed at her website.

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A bird makes a crowd flaccid

September 8, 2010 2 comments

by June Nandy

The streets are deserted. A bird comes
to collect our quills; it carries wrecked
houses, ransacked school-rooms,
burnt out sanctum, smashed shops in its
beak and flies to a figment-
island with our micro-characters.

Days later, others—like me—go and
spend some sweat to bring home a
new federal policy, fresh job-hunt
papers and a leader from the mart.

The crowd is brave not to wince
when the bird scoops out topical arts
hidden in their skulls; when blood
leans on their temples.


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June Nandy’s recent works have appeared in The Beat, Aphelion, Muse India, Kritya, Up The Staircase Literary Review, and elsewhere. She has won the third place in the open poetry contest, 2009 with Prakriti Foundation, Chennai. Her debut novel Ideospheres of Pain is available on Amazon. Her poems can be accessed through her blog.

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