Some things I Have Been Meaning to Tell You 

Or The Bhubaneswar Love Song

Sailen Routray

A Shop Near the Lingaraj Temple Complex in Bhubaneswar
(Photo Credit - Wikimedia Commons)

The earth is round because

tear drops need homology;

dreams are black and white

since the gods are blind;

nature abhors a vacuum

as it does not have a mind of its own;

when you mix rice flour with turmeric powder,

it turns into the red of your blushes.

Somethings

I have been meaning to tell

you.

Ten years back, there were paddy fields in

the centre of gravity of Bhubaneswar;

there is a hip-hop group in Salia Sahi

that does a mean Odia rap

teeming with beats of tribal insurrection;

your smile yesterday when you dropped me home,

was as perfect as the coffee decoction at Priya.   

Somethings I have been meaning to tell you.

Udayagiri in Bhubaneswar (Wikimedia Commons)

Note: This poem was first published in the now defunct webzine 'Pyrta' run by Janice Pariat. Copyright rests with with the poet.