All There Is

Amlanjyoti Goswami, Pongkhi Bujorbarua & Lata Mani

         Pongkhi Bujorbarua, Pause, 2011, Digital art


  Pongkhi Bujorbarua, Pause, 2011, Digital art


The sun          just a star

The leaves             all there is to a tree

The road            for walking

Cars               to get trapped in

Money            makes veins rise

What is measured,          all there is.


We are alone, friend,

Silence gathers around us like a wolf

On the way home, an evening sandwich

Talks to me of sunset

Its edges rough,


Leaves wandering green

- Amlanjyoti Goswami


Urban Recycling (due apologies to Amlan) 

All there is       to get trapped in        walking

Makes veins rough

The road edges like a wolf

Cars rise

Sunset gathers


Glistening        we see again

as if for the first time

All                    there               is

- Lata Mani



the house dishevelled

taken by early morning surprise

of new paint

shakes in vain while stripped bare

for ceremony of coat and plaster


its belongings

autumn leaves swept away

flutter for spring return of colour

bathed dry, house will put on new clothes


shimmering for old measured eyes

waiting for something to happen

- Amlanjyoti Goswami

Pongkhi Bujorbarua is pursuing a PhD in educational psychology from the University of Washington, Seattle. Dance, poetry and art are the three languages she is most conversant with!

Amlanjyoti Goswami’s poems have appeared in publications in India and elsewhere. Recent work herehere & here