I am your language trying to learn me I
pick up the haze of its syntax,
the functions of its limbs- I do not know
the phonetics of its musicality, the
sublimation of its mortality, the
music of its people.
I am Schauspieler;
Loose within its grasps.
A pidgin of our minds
Trying to decipher each other’s structurality.
This is music,
that I need to cultivate a taste for.
Here we begin a sojourn, a vagabondage,
An explosion sweet chilly white rage infused with a molten serenade.
Bring back the rising of your tongue, its descent, and its breath
in a new language. Your own.
I pick up bits of you in the bits of
We string together elements unknown to us
To make what is worse–
Our voices were not meant for this broken assemblage,
But they find themselves flung out
To go back.
by Tanvi Joshi
Photography – Savni Ranade