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   May 13

–Windows to the Ocean

Mohineet Kaur Boparai

Savings Options: Windows to the Ocean

Windows to the Ocean (2012)
ISBN: 978-1-4675-3184-9

by Mohineet Kaur Boparai

Windows to the Ocean (from the back cover): “is a prolific exhibition of elemental truths through the minuscule – the last sip left in a cup, a moth at the botanist’s, a window that is actually a painting. The recording of these is urgent, compelling and vibrant. Her understanding of herself as a human is foremost in this collection, and the womanliness peeps in through the sensibility in her poetry. The poet speaks to our inward prophetic voice.” This collection is truly remarkable and unique, divided into three parts. 63 pages. Cover art by Mohineet Kaur Boparai.

(A browse upon Pages 27 and 36):

“Life from a Rainbow Cup”

Something will twitch in the yellow sun
And pink will flow out from its veins
A bride will pluck its maroon
A flag will soak down its blue
And marry red for white
In French, ‘white’ translates into ‘blanc’
-A curtain hiding contorted screams
Greenland is not green but white
And I can see purple in a silver birch
Bodies have colours, but don’t name them
They respond to brutality with bruises
And to love with blushes
Some brown will sleep in the corner
Of Mona Lisa’s lips. Someone will
Pick it on his brush and twist it into
A golden tree. In someone’s dream
The ‘Starry Night’ becomes a mermaid
Some colours are like a scratching neurotic but
All frames are not black. Grey is always
Stumbling into the picture from somewhere
It is a yellow room with shadows
The colour of the curtains drips green
Already the trees are falling in this wind
A cave opens from them and takes us to black
How fittingly it all stops
In the flame of an earthen lamp
The magic vanishes in its light

“The Titanic”

Magic comes before reality
Then reality envelopes magic
A line is written within another line

They all walked the staircase to the hall
But who was the first one that evening
To step into its peace and see its golden columns
Standing still and waiting,
For the last time for people?
He does not know it
What followed it has swallowed it, hollowed it
He has a lot to tell. But he would not.
History does not happen, it only comes to consciousness
A stray thought passes a woman with feathers on her head-
“The sea is also a forest. It might engulf me in its foliage.”
Long after the sinking ship surges into water, the thought
Lingers, is bolted to memory.
One passenger always keeps a pocket watch
He does not know they will recognize his body with it
A day after it stops ticking
Someone has put on purple nail polish
No one will notice it in the blind night over the ocean
She won’t remember it either, her head so full of life
Someone has just locked her personal drawers
And lies crouched in her bed, weeping into the pillow
She thinks she weighs as much as the ship
She will never open her drawers again
A photo of a lady and a gentleman in them
Is still alive under the sea, smiling, mystifying
Waiting for discovery

(Windows to the Ocean is also available through Amazon.com.)

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