Two people huddled around a table covered in dozens of tea lights

Mohineet Kaur Boparai
WAITING FOR THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS

When the sun sags into the damp puddle
At your paws and
The wind in unison sings a last song
A misty mountain in the sky
Unpacks its jaws
Opens its scarlet mouth
And exhales the last foggy breath
Before the sunset ruptures,
For you to emerge round
And windy from a dandelion stub
Something of you is deposited already
In the salt of the evening
My tongue, it betrays
The taste of a syrupy moon
To taste your salinity
It rises with your tidal eyes

When the leaves of the forest
Shuffle their dry pockets
And the flames walk this
Dull alley to a dead wall
The smoky windows are
Evaporating with faces in them
The ceilings are raining dust
Over your form
Now stone from baking in rays of my reverie
I light a thousand lamps
At the altar of this dream
I know you will follow their scent back
And come in the season of light


Headshot of Mohineet Kaur BoparaiMohineet Kaur Boparai has published four books of poetry. She has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize twice. She has been widely published internationally and her poetry has appeared in Phantom Drift, Zymbol, Lindenwood Review, South Asian Ensemble, and Nether Magazine, among others. In December, 2014, Zymbol Magazine published her interview, which they titled “India’s Rising Star.” She lives in Toronto and is also an Assistant Professor in DAV University, Jalandhar in India. She is a mother, fashionista, introvert and self-proclaimed connoisseur of interior decoration. Her website is sipping-sunshine.blogspot.in.

Image credit: Rajesh Pamnani on Flickr

Read more from Cleaver Magazine’s Issue #15.

Cleaver Magazine