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white as snow,

smothering, featureless

tasting of things forbidden

a heavy sweetness

masking the hidden bitterness

clinging cloying

filling the mouth with

the tartness of

something that could have been.


A wail cut off mid-way

a shriek of agony

suppressed for too long

the absence of sound

overwhelming and paralyzing

with the smoothness of silk

and the coarseness

of gunny bags

leaving an imprint

on mind and body.


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      1. Sreesha, I was actually reading Nidhi Dugar Kundalia’s book, The Lost Generation. It’s about the vanishing professions in India. One section is about Rudaalis. I’ll be putting up my review soon. It’s a fascinating read.

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  1. I love this, it is so powerful and the words sound so rich and meaningful. I just posted about silence too, my blog is if you would like to take a look! I cant wait to read more of your poetry 🙂

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