Yuki
(for Bina)
In Japanese, Yuki is snow—
unmelted and poised.
She sits askance
in front of a wine-tinged door
whose paint flakes
to expose its wood-raw skin—
pale, seemingly snow-flecked.
Her hair rambles all over
her face, eyes, and neck,
as she stares shyly—
sideways into the distance.
There are secrets locked,
bolted securely
in a shut non-descript studio
in Mumbai,
tucked away somewhere
in Prabha Devi—
as the industrial estate
temporarily quietens
at the allusive
thought of snow herself.
Fantasy instils in
factory-workers, passion—
just as for me—
peeling curls of paint,
a circular chromium lock,
a rusted dis-used bolt,
and breeze that affects
a woman’s hair and lashes,
inspires visions
of snow—
thaw, compassion, desire.
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poem by Sudeep Sen
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