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The Poetry of Reshma Aquil, A Poet Remembers


Reshma Aquil passed away yesterday in Allahabad, India. I always wanted to meet her at Delhi. Tonight as I sit before my desktop and think about her and her poems, I realize that the best way to remember her would be to republish her poems that I had published a few years back.
Reshma lived in the beautiful city of Allahabad. She studied and later taught English Literature at the University of Allahabad. We have a common friend, the great musical maestro, Susmit Bose of Delhi.  Semeen Ali also a well-known poet is her niece.
She was a contemporary of Professor Arvind Krishna Mehrotra and Adil Jussawala. Poetry had to happen in an unique way with Reshma Aquil, such a poetry in contemporary times that has never been witnessed before. One of the most widely published poet, India ever had, Reshma Aquil’s work stands to remain immortal for ever.
To explain Reshma and her poetry would be to explain Allahabad itself. Poetry, its sinuous nuances, narrow streets stretching a sky, a muddy  river indulging in glowful glance, a memory slants another corner, Reshma’s poetry involves such a cortical expanse hithetro unknown to the world of Indo-English Poetry. I believe that it’s not poetry, an immaculate image in words that Reshma created but many such images in a crescendo of colors, she showered on to us till her end. Basking in her words, her music and small talk I wonder if Reshma can ever pass away from us.

From Tonight, An Anthology of World Love Poetry
– August 2008 – Poets Printery, South Africa

You Tell Me

You tell me of a desert greening in June
Breathtaking in its bloom
Tadpoles swishing in waterholes
Spawning lives in a granule;

Of the sand-dune clasp
On a car, camel, man
Over which the sand piles warm and generous
We sink in delicious delirium;

Of being trapped in an Iceland blizzard
Burning gasoline and clothes
Yanked to consciousness over a bowl of porridge
By the army on patrol; 

Of nights in an Inuit’s skin-bag
Kept alive by body heat
And by cracking the ice
Harpooning quick fishes for meat.

The Orange Leap


Skipping stubbled fields, barbed wires, sheaves
All at once.

My incessant talk,
The air spread, the closing sun.

Later, when silence folded my feminine flight,
Your voice still beckoned mind’s orange leap.

Green in courage I flew again,
Sowing fresh fields, unheeding whistling winds.


Memory slants another corner

Of a roofless brick enclosure,

The sun heating bare-backs, a half stone
Towels, clothes;

From a dark corner,
A samovar chugging smoke,

Water boiling to the whisper of ash.

From A Hudson View
– Spring 2008 – Skyline Publishing, New York

Shelf Life

Within my bookshelf
Invisible insects
Are quietly gnawing wood
Raining upon my books
And Atlas
A steady rush of gold dust
Nothing stops them
Shredding nations
Puncturing skies
Neither DDT
Nor linseed oil.
The carpenter
Blames the wood;
Once in a beam in our room
Within its hollows
Nested swallows
Nestlings with closed blue eyes
But now its wood
Holds my books
And these small lives


Between the space of wood and leather,
Imaging, holding the forest and its beast;
Within my palm and pull of pebble,
Time and attention peaked.
The bird’s ignorant moment
Out in the clearing.
No laughter of hit glass, no peals followed
No clap of a tin and no warning
A soundless surprise –
How much flesh can take!  

More by : Dr. Amitabh Mitra
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Comments on this Poem Article

Comment Wonderful poems with effortless elegance.Great Poetic soul.RIP

19-Aug-2015 00:00 AM

Comment My regret is that I met her very late but I remain connected with her through her work.RIP.

Mamta Joshi
30-Jul-2015 00:00 AM

Comment very nice and exceptional poem very deep yet readable poems ,i pray peace for her soul.

01-Sep-2012 00:00 AM

Comment Thanks Vinod Bhai, she remains an exceptional individual in our hearts

01-Sep-2012 00:00 AM

Comment We are saddened by her departure , her poetry is a gift we all can share, because she has in a poetic way bestowed her poetry to all of us in her last will and testament


Danny Naicker
31-Aug-2012 00:00 AM

Comment Thanks Danny, how powerful her poetry made an impact on the society. We consider ourselves lucky to have published her works


31-Aug-2012 00:00 AM


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