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Till Death Do Us Apart

Vidisha Saini

Keating Road

Poem by Janice Pariat

What do we know
of dark places
that fill the spaces
between workshop
shelves and liquor
stores. the street
outside bears tyre
marks of tired lives
stretched like grime
under a fingernail.

Oiled hands beneath
dark machines
soil sheets in rooms
across the road, or
press rubber pieces
into deflated souls.
the city lies beyond
the gutter, a junkyard
heap of mangled trees
and graveyard houses.

What do we know
of dark places
that fill the faces
passing by in shuttered
light. The road outside
bears potholed longing,
it secretly deepens
with midnight feet
and wheels that turn
like bottle tops.


Blue Wall, Ajmer. October, 2010. Digital.


Plastic Bag, Jaipur, October, 2010. Digital.


Clothes, Ajmer. October, 2010. Digital.


Gray Wall, Jaipur. October, 2010. Digital