Stealing That Storm In A Teacup: A Poem by Nikita Parik

“To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible God”– Borges

That year when summer

butterflied into

winter, I caterpillared

into a thief. Your dialect

was the first to go;

its lilts transitioned

into a guitar riff, which I

sneakily secured

inside my bones.

 

The morphology of your mind

I morphed into a semblance

of sanity in parallel time.

That lone cigarette we’d

once shared became

the sun inside the dark

alleys of my eyes.

 

Your shifting identities

I stole over time,

cataloguing them into

neat rows for

perusal in lonelier times.

 

I stole and stole until I

became a salient

museum of your youness.

Now this museum is

just another brick

and mortar in a city 

learning to steal differently.

Note: Storm In A Teacup is a song by Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

About The Poet

The recipient of Nissim International Poetry Prize II 2020, Nikita Parik holds a Master’s in Linguistics, a three-year diploma in French, and another Masters in English. Her debut book of poems, Diacritics of Desire, was launched in April 2019. She has been invited to read her poems at Sahitya Akademi, India’s national academy of Letters, for their Multilingual Poet’s Meet and Young Writer’s Meet programmes. Her works have appeared in Rattle, The Alipore Post, Ucity Review, Vayavya, The Bombay Literary Magazine, Mad Swirl, The Metaworker, and so on. She currently edits EKL Review.