Anannya Uberoi
Bio: Anannya Uberoi (she/her) is a full-time software engineer and part-time tea connoisseur based in Madrid. She previously won Ayaskala Literary Magazine’s National Poetry Writing Month challenge, and was nominated for Best of Net in 2020. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Bangalore Review, The Loch Raven Review, Deep Wild Journal, Tipton Poetry Journal, and Lapis Lazuli. She spends her Sundays in tearooms working as a columnist for The Remnant Archive.www.anannyauberoi.com
Hush
After colors have flowered,embryos woven shapes,and cemented rocks forced into the running rill;
after wild woodlands have returned,townhalls of cities atomized,and yearling whales resurfaced upon water lines;
after peafowls have cried at nightfall,the nerve of hearts cracked fences,and seasons and mistakes slow-rusted to autumn coffee;
after bottled peanuts have tasted fire,barbed wires melted in softer summers,and fledglings fled to leather forests of amniotic joy,
after oaks have hunkered for gifts of beargrass,apple trees basketed their first fruit,and dreamers back in their humanoid forms with flowing wine for lips and bluets for eyes –
reserve your art for the earth alone.
after wild woodlands have returned,townhalls of cities atomized,and yearling whales resurfaced upon water lines;
after peafowls have cried at nightfall,the nerve of hearts cracked fences,and seasons and mistakes slow-rusted to autumn coffee;
after bottled peanuts have tasted fire,barbed wires melted in softer summers,and fledglings fled to leather forests of amniotic joy,
after oaks have hunkered for gifts of beargrass,apple trees basketed their first fruit,and dreamers back in their humanoid forms with flowing wine for lips and bluets for eyes –
reserve your art for the earth alone.
In Every Nook and Cranny
Bowed, handheld floret against a dusk of posies –flowers dying, flowers blooming, flowers knotted in a mesh of green stemskissing tastefully for the camera.
Flowers strung upon strings, stretched into smiles and curves of scalloped collars,women’s hair, clamped to sleeves, neatly tucked in shirt pockets and sinfully handed to secret lovers in the metropolis.
Flowers racing each other in bicycle baskets, twirling about in full ballgowns, flying in winds of whistles and cheer, presented in poems of windswept romance,
freshened
with every gesture of human emotion.
Flowers coaxing hearts into dreaming up callow lovers, creaming the crevices of dying men and damaged dreams.
Mistake after mistake, flowers floundering with steps on heavy snow, ignored on parched pavements, baked on sunny mornings
in mailboxes of forgetful grandmothers.
Flowers strung upon strings, stretched into smiles and curves of scalloped collars,women’s hair, clamped to sleeves, neatly tucked in shirt pockets and sinfully handed to secret lovers in the metropolis.
Flowers racing each other in bicycle baskets, twirling about in full ballgowns, flying in winds of whistles and cheer, presented in poems of windswept romance,
freshened
with every gesture of human emotion.
Flowers coaxing hearts into dreaming up callow lovers, creaming the crevices of dying men and damaged dreams.
Mistake after mistake, flowers floundering with steps on heavy snow, ignored on parched pavements, baked on sunny mornings
in mailboxes of forgetful grandmothers.
A Lesson in Cooking
Make your kitchen paint your food for you –color-block the wall intodark eastern spices,brown skins, the white of applesand potatoes beside them.
Make room for the in-betweens – patterned bread, tricolor saladand yogurt-dipped moss.
Thrust open your kitchen windowwith your dainty hands, caramelize American harmony; let it waft outto other homes.
A medium-high heat issometimes necessary toabsorb omens. The waterwill run the snow off mushroomsand roast them golden-brown. Arabica beans will be creamedin organic milk. Roses and meatwill dissolve in the flurried boil of the same bowl.
When the cooker whistles,measure its soft plaintive smoke. It is saying something.Do not be restless with the stove,
let it simmer. Let it sit.
Take up a class in chemistry to see how compounds are born out ofsingular flavors, learn language to read cookbooks from other places.
There is a time for briny lumps and delicately cut melon seeds, for crème carameland an intimate goddess of strained yellow dawn –these are all unstrung delicious pleasures,
all extraordinary dust.
Make room for the in-betweens – patterned bread, tricolor saladand yogurt-dipped moss.
Thrust open your kitchen windowwith your dainty hands, caramelize American harmony; let it waft outto other homes.
A medium-high heat issometimes necessary toabsorb omens. The waterwill run the snow off mushroomsand roast them golden-brown. Arabica beans will be creamedin organic milk. Roses and meatwill dissolve in the flurried boil of the same bowl.
When the cooker whistles,measure its soft plaintive smoke. It is saying something.Do not be restless with the stove,
let it simmer. Let it sit.
Take up a class in chemistry to see how compounds are born out ofsingular flavors, learn language to read cookbooks from other places.
There is a time for briny lumps and delicately cut melon seeds, for crème carameland an intimate goddess of strained yellow dawn –these are all unstrung delicious pleasures,
all extraordinary dust.