between revolutions

– Garima Sane

Illustration by Sancharini Mitra
and the last illusion 
breaks. the loneliness 
of romance exceeds its 
solitude; look Faiz.

iyi misin canım?1 cries 
rise. cutting across
multitudes and gene-
rations. of quiet people.

care accumulated
over centuries. the flood-
gates open. we are
let loose. creatures of

tenderness. HAYIR2, the 
scream echoes through 
aeons. of manufactured
silences. hayır. hayır. hayır.

in Faiz his eyes – every-
thing standstilled. evening,
between revolutions, long. 
magar shaam hī to hai3.
  1. [Turkish] are you okay, my dear? ↩︎
  2. [Turkish] no ↩︎
  3. [Urdu/Hindustani] but it is just (an) evening ↩︎

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