In this enigmatic poem, Deeya explores the many forms and manifestations of water – an exclusive for Different Truths.
Water can be split into atoms Of civilisation, by birth it Nourishes the very phloem of our Existence, our very bones. A hermit meditates while A Caribou, a Gazelle, or a Cheetah Are sustained by it, Weary women trudge miles to bring it home, and through it hopes of a hearth are kindled. It carries a configuration of dreams And offerings to the Gods. Its Bosom is malleable, ductile. It can be circular, elliptical Square or round as the container Contained. It could be a puddle Where innocent faces of children lurk A sea, lake, or a storm. It could be puffy Clouds, crisp legends, or unsung heroes Who lives in epics. The Dragon Kings shift to human forms Here and live in crystal palaces Guarded by shrimps and crabs. It could Be the Kappas or the Jengu. The Lady Of the Lake are born here, a water deity. Humans here worship in springs And holy wells, snakes, turtles And fish – each recurrent in A form or shape, resurrect. Here Nations wage war in crystal deaths.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths