TemperanceWhich card would you rather pick in this boiling world, The one of harmony of elements of diaphanous wings, flying above the chaos moderating the hardness of land with softness of water, stepping into balance, Mating the acid in the chalice with alkali to form a salt. Taking the middle path like a Buddhist, calm like a monk. Tempering the war with peace Passions with a glass of monotony. Subduing the staggering wind into cool breeze, the furiously ticking mind into meditation, into lull. The starAsk the woman who pours from both the cups, is she drained or replenished? Ask the woman who straddles both the worlds wading in the water fluid as her faith, walking on the land, solid as her bones. Do her limbs ache, Bending at this intersection or keep her grounded yet keep her afloat? Ask the woman if she is your mother nurturing, giving? or is it just you glowing under the starlight, your Golden head, a sun catcher, a poem hovering on your lips, stripped like a newborn, renewed. Language of silenceI had a shop of listening. I listened until I was deaf. I heard people until I could hear the creak of their bones slouching, their minds ticking, their hair twirling around their fingers nervously, their eyes flicking their lips recoiling back till they were unsmiling. I understood this language better than the rest, the dialect, personal, the accent, nuanced The meaning boiling down to the same, the language of silence the one I had perfected the one I knew like the back of my hand. Akshaya Pawaskar is a doctor-poet hailing from Goa, India. Her poems have been published in Shards, North of Oxford, and Indian Rumination, among many other journals. She won the Craven Arts Ekphrastic Poetry Competition (2020). Her poetry chapbook "The falling in and the falling out" was published by Alien Buddha press (2021).
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