Poetry

Joel Filipe photo

By

Nikita Parik

The Day The Sky Had Bipolar

The day the sky had bipolar,

Poetry got divided between powderpastel bluegrey sombreness

and psychedelic paintstrokes of reds, pinks, and purples:

Like manic, smokedup emotional contradictions.

So, we traced make-believe mammalian vertebrates

Along the “happy side” of the stratosphere

With our curious fingers,

And followed jungle bats

Till they disappeared

Into the “depressive side” of the oblivion

Not Ordinary

…but when love waltzed in with its crinkled smile,

Hungry eyes, a pastelpink shirt, metaphors,

And sighs, it also smelled of akaalboishakh

Sugary coldorange candy-textured

Kisses, ellipses, February skies,

And a whole new universe of

Riversongs, smokemirrors, and goodbyes

Nikita Parik

Nikita Parik is a 24 year old poet from Calcutta, India. She holds a bachelor’s degree in English and a Master’s in Linguistics from the University of Calcutta, and is currently pursuing a double Master’s in English Literature and Language. Her works have appeared in The Commonline Journal, Blackmail Press, Contemporary Literary Review India (CLRI), eFiction India, A Billion Stories, Ann Arbor Review: An International Journal Of Poetry, Open Road Review Literary Journal, Shot Glass Journal, and others.