stirred metamorphosis

Sneha Subramanian Kanta


evening camouflages into an intoxicant
blue amalgamated purple with cloud
lints on fragment ends of their outlines

prosy inhabitants did not see those visions
though in ranges of my vision i fathomed—
you coming closer, through the one shade

which became the sky hue.

autumn has a short while until it descends
into those leaf-fallen corners embellishing
lanes—like an opened drawer of antique

collection; you will come with dark purple
skies—their silhouettes drawn on patterned,
bent boughs with fluttering leaves on wind




A GREAT scholarship awardee, Sneha Subramanian Kanta is pursuing her second postgraduate degree in literature in England. Her poem 'At Dusk with the Gods' won the Alfaaz (Kalaage) prize. Untold stories of refugees, writing from the margins and postcolonial literatures are causes that resonate. Her work is forthcoming in Brickplight, Dialog Journal, Madcap Review and elsewhere.