Fly Me To The Moon

On May 22, 2018 By GitiIn poetryLeave a comment

I don’t want directions. Signs
And arrows, instructions, and
Soon, who knows, a checklist
Of do’s, don’ts, definitely nots. Just
Give me wings, don’t make me
Flap my arms and tell me I must
Flap faster if I want this to
Work. And that wind beneath
My wings, for the love of god,
Don’t make me search a
Lifetime don’t make me crawl
Under every stone, fall
Into every ravine, creep
Into every crevice, sleep
Away a lifetime just so I
Can keep dreaming. Beaming
Moonshine at me isn’t hard
To do. If you really want something to
Point me to, turn my face so
I can see the turning blue planet
I was meant to be. Each ocean
And mountain clear to my eye
Every leaf and stone exposed to my
Moon-standing self. I’ll fold
My wings, blow out the wind,
If once I could see everything
I am and was meant to be.

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Monsoon’s Child in Cold Lands

On May 14, 2018May 14, 2018 By GitiIn poetryLeave a comment

A day bright blue
Snuggled amidst grey
Months of cold. Reading
Of rain which I think of
As silver, not grey. Too
Bright to hold, this
Day, falling from the grasp
Of rain too far away.

The sea, like grey silk

On June 6, 2017 By GitiIn poetry4 Comments

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The sea like grey silk
Clothes its depths in
Shimmering sadness. And
Grief is not a cliff that
Demands that you leap, but
Every shipwreck knows that
There is a limit to
How long it can keep its
Secrets in the deep before
The sea strips all veneer, and
They rise, cliff like, to crash
On unclothed shores.

This Is What I Learnt Today

On May 2, 2017May 2, 2017 By GitiIn poetryLeave a comment

One, mountains that look

Quite pretty from your window

Are a mere white line on your phone.

Two, people in hot countries far away

Are not amused at being shown

Mountains on FaceTime. Three,

If you have slippers, socks, and a puppy

Eventually they will all lie crumpled

And sodden on the balcony. Four,

If you’ve learnt much more,

Set it aside for tomorrow, so that

Each full day may lend its fullness

For a still empty day to borrow.

One Day…

On April 14, 2017 By GitiIn poetryLeave a comment

…soon after summer was almost gone,

I saw what it had done to an old photograph.
The blues had become maroons, the reds
Bled into dark greens. Faces paled into half
Bleached shades of forgotten friends.
My anger emerged in livid shades of bile.
I took down all my pictures and made a face-down
Pile. We turned our faces determinedly away
From this light that had turned our nights to day
How wickedly seduced into believing
That the winter darkness and our sadness had anything
To do with each other. Now another
Spring woos me. Shows me how the past year
Framed me. Asks me to turn my face around
Think about putting protective film, this year,
On the windows that bring the sun in.
Grow a thicker skin.

When Falling Out Of Skies: An Easter Observation

On April 14, 2017 By GitiIn poetryLeave a comment

When falling out of skies
It’s best to be a mountain.
Your descent to earth a flow
Of rivers in reverse. A settling
Of stone on soil, a closing
Of spaces between. No fountain
Of might or mercy, but sighs
Etched into the rock face.
A rising of Grace. 17883576_10155153647623774_6510926719373812059_n

Other Nations, Other Colours

On December 3, 2016 By GitiIn poetry, Uncategorized2 Comments

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It’s just as well, sometimes,
To see no trace of the storm.
To crunch through fallen leaves
With joy. Not to note the forlorn
Branches, that say nothing of thieves,
Or the berries that cling. In foreign climes,
It’s best not to notice, sometimes.

Such clouds that haunt the blues
Are best seen in sunny skies.
Across the path, just feet away,
Another berry tree lies.
Standing, still, you can hear it say
‘Leaves, or berries, you have to choose.
Thus much to win, thus much to lose.’

Giti Chandra

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