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Yesha Shah

ABYSS

One moonless night I dip the nib of my fountain pen into an ink pot and try to vacuum suck the deep rich indigo. Oh, how I love to hear it gurgle! A few bubbles rise to the surface and I pop them with the sharp nib.

That ink pot holds an ocean of words. The raging ocean of a moonless stormy night. And when I touch the tip of that satiated pen onto a parchment it spews the storm out. A large wet inkblot with serrated edges.

When I stare at it long and hard, it runs off into lines and stanzas or perhaps musical notes.
Which will tell you about scarlet Gulmohars holding the summer in their blossom, the entire monsoon in a peacock’s longing, petrichor in the scent of my first-born and the warmth of winter in my son’s smile. . .

pouring
from an empty cup
the half-moon
under your eyes

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About the Author

Yesha Shah has been writing Haikai poetry since over six years now. Haibun is specifically the genre she loves experimenting in. Her works have found homes in online and print journals and anthologies. She’s a Pushcart prize nominee for her haibun “Quicksand.”