Frame of Form
Frame of Form
Tasmiah Chowdhury
Defali
Defali Image: Charcoal, Copper and Thread
When breath becomes corridors of perception
A need arises: pure animalistic.
Rushing through the river’s basin,
Hunting for resources.
Log for four walls,
Palm for tears.
Mud beneath, crafted by gnome.
Child, understand, the gravity to perceive
The inhalation of your given home.
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Womb
Womb
Tasmiah Chowdhury
Defali
Metamorphosis
Defali Image: Charcoal, Light and Shadow
On the train of catastrophic meltdown,
at the cliff of profound epiphany,
I saw God step out
from the empty space
tethered to my umbilical cord.
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If pearls could walk, they would dance.
If flowers could speak, they would sing.
If butterflies could lend their colors,
they would rain down rainbows—
in joyous transference of void to biology.
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