Strangeness of a lost time

by Poornima Laxmeshwar

For many a times history broke out from an embryo

Where millions of bodies – burnt, raped, mutilated

Left trails of cries, the weight of bones

Were nothing but stories and poems that

Flowed, disputes were numbers, power a drag of charas

Numbing the infants and adults alike

For many a times history was a poor civilian

Shamed, ripped, made naked,

Hushed and holed with pellets

Norms became God that could tell the planets

How to spin; we just followed

For many a times history was a memory challenge

Chronological facts – evidence (less), witness (less)

Like fed reality, forced truth

Who even knows how many questions were killed or

How many who cared were oppressed in the backyards

Their graves – now part of the pale Mother Earth

For many a times history was a home of lies

Where we kept returning to

With a blurred vision

Of what occurred and what was erased


Poornima Laxmeshwar resides in the garden city Bangalore and works as a content writer for a living. Her poems have appeared in ColdNoon, Vayavya, MuseIndia, Writers Asylum, The Aerogram, Stockholm Literary Review, Northeast Review, Brown Critique, Cafe Dissensus amongst many others. Her haiku have found space in several magazines.