By Rajnish Mishra
Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. His work has now started appearing in journals and websites.
Flashes of gold on mud brown ripples. Not crimson,
though I wanted that, nor silver, but golden. Not blue
or turquoise, but mud brown. Ripples that run
from my eyes to the end of the plane
where early morning sand, meets cloudy morning sky.
No, the glimmer did not, could not come to life.
I tried, then tried harder to focus, but a page
was flipped somewhere, it broke the waves,
then another was flipped, and the next.
Anger, frustration rushed in to fill my mind.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 