Suchita Parikh-Mundul (Towards Visibility)

Suchita Parikh-Mundul


We are quiet until a breeze

rustles us.


Passers-by hear the static,

put false twos together  

and believe our nature is noise.


We explain that we are victims

of circumstance,

that we are essentially leaves, 

hanging on. 





I once lost my bearings at a symposium

and began to crawl on my knees


as if the sky was about to crash overhead.

The constellation of minds onstage


continued to shimmer like holograms,

radiating the brilliance of the sun.


It must have been this that blinded

me as I hit the floor on all fours


and slunk out of the theatre,

wishing I was a star too.





On some days I’m a bovine

soil-trampler belting out songs 


into an empty day. On others,

I gulp death on quick pavements.


Only the wink of the moon

tells me which I’ll be,


and that is the gift

of twilight.


Suchita Parikh-Mundul worked as a writer and copy editor with magazines and

websites for several years, and currently freelances. Some of her work on gender issues can be read online at The Swaddle. Her poetry can be read in The Bombay Literary Magazine, Sahitya Akademi’s Indian Literature, Outlook India, Muse India, and other literary spaces, as well as anthologies like Yearbook of Indian Poetry in English 2022Amity: peace poems, The Well-Earned, and On Hunger: A Poetrygram Anthology.

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