Hrishikesh Srinivas
You’re in
I came to see if you’re
                                                                           in
I came to see if
                                                            you’re in
I came to see
                                             if you’re in
I came to
                              see if you’re in
I came
               to see if you’re in
I
came to see if you’re in.
I came to see if you’re in
                              You’re in.
I came to see if
               You’re in, you’re in.
I came to see
If you’re in, you’re in.
Les valseurs sans voiles
after the sculpture by Camille Claudel
Own words
Consider the pen: not a GUN
Not even SNUG asI
Yet for all it ain’t capable of
It is
Words are marked no more
Than denominations ignored
Yet endlessly
__________
Is expression’s e n d l e s s freedom.
Hrishikesh Srinivas hails from Sydney, Australia. He is a science and engineering graduate of the University of New South Wales, and also enjoys reading and writing poetry, with poems having appeared in UNSWeetened Literary Journal and the 'Laughing Waters Road: Art, Landscape and Memory in Eltham' 2016 exhibition catalogue.
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You’re in
I came to see if you’re
                                                                           in
I came to see if
                                                            you’re in
I came to see
                                             if you’re in
I came to
                              see if you’re in
I came
               to see if you’re in
I
came to see if you’re in.
I came to see if you’re in
                              You’re in.
I came to see if
               You’re in, you’re in.
I came to see
If you’re in, you’re in.
Les valseurs sans voiles
after the sculpture by Camille Claudel
Now you know
Worse for show Stopping gales
What was it? In my voice
But that lift A siding
Kept your loving ear there.
This dance is to dispel
My sense of your notions
Yours of mine unspoken
This moment
Its elision recrimination
Lean in so, And find me
Gone but for Your guiding
My hand, your Torso; let
Mores coil My body’s
Youth for my Room in your
Shoulders as Thresholds brush
Your beating My raising
Heart’s anchor.
Own words
Consider the pen: not a GUN
Not even SNUG asI
Yet for all it ain’t capable of
It is
messenger
&asyndeton
.Than denominations ignored
Yet endlessly
ltd.
by them__________
Is expression’s e n d l e s s freedom.
Hrishikesh Srinivas hails from Sydney, Australia. He is a science and engineering graduate of the University of New South Wales, and also enjoys reading and writing poetry, with poems having appeared in UNSWeetened Literary Journal and the 'Laughing Waters Road: Art, Landscape and Memory in Eltham' 2016 exhibition catalogue.