Abha Iyengar

And brew and brew
Like tea gone dark and thick
And then after so much of wondering,
should I should I not
I will up and leave
And call it being instinctive.
As if it was always
there in me to do
To up and leave on a whim
As if I had not thought
About all of this
Over time, all the time, sipping it through.
The dregs of tea still lingering in
My mouth, the after-taste of bitterness
Of an over cooked liquor,
Even as I set forth
Once more, and it begins to rain.

I stick my tongue out and
The taste lightens, maybe this time
I will stay where I come to, a place
Of belonging it will be for me
But I have thought so, so many times
And this time may be no different.
I may still arrive, survive and ponder,
Drink tea, brew it thick,
Then move, leaving the dregs in my wake,
Mixing with the fallen leaves of a tree
that gave me shelter for a while.
Forming humus, breathing life on
a forever forgiving earth,
The only place I may embrace.

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Abha Iyengar is an award winning, internationally published poet, author, editor, translator, and a British Council certified creative writing mentor. Her story, The High Stool, was nominated for the Story South Million Writers Award. She received the Lavanya Sankaran Writing Fellowship for 2009-2010. Her poem-film, Parwaaz, won a Special Jury prize in Patras, Greece. She was a finalist in the FlashMob 2013 Flash Fiction contest. Her short fiction, The Marshlands, was shortlisted in the DNA-Out of Print short story contest 2015. Her poems have appeared in the Anthology of Contemporary Indian Poets and her fiction in The Indo-Australian Anthology of Short Fiction. Abha holds creative writing workshops and edits fiction manuscripts. Her published works include Yearnings, Flash Bites, Shrayan, Many Fish to Fry and The Gourd Seller and Other Stories.

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