Peace Pirate Poetry Feature #6

Here’s a poet I’m sure many of you will be grateful to find. Reshma submitted a poem that struck me. There’s a depth to it that is accompanied by vulnerable reflection. She manages to capture a feeling, based on what seems like a memory, without explicitly telling us the details of that experience.

Upon reading more of her poetry I discovered that Reshma is inspired by moments more than anything else. You won’t often find her writing about faraway lands and magical dreams. Instead, you’ll be encouraged to absorb the truth and face the reality we’re all living in. Her pen captures moments rather than fantasies.

I think we could all use a bit of a wake-up call, which her writing carries. I’m most impressed by her ability to honor the happenings around her without sacrificing her creative talents. Whether you know what her work is referring to or not, you will be touched by her words.

I hope you enjoy learning more about Reshma!

What got you interested in writing poetry?
I wanted to keep an outlet for this inner conundrum that I have running in mind. Many people believe that it's self-destructive to come out this raw, not many are lacerated enough to confront and confess to articulating such scarred emotions, but I rather let it out on a blank slate than none at all. So, I guess, words got the better of me and here we are.

Are you currently working on anything you’d like to tell us about?
I don't do projects. Nothing that berates me into stagnation or repetition. The events of day to day strikes my naivety to
process the news in the only way that I know how - write. With the pandemic and the rallies across the world, people have only got themselves to protect them and protest from. And when the voice drowns down, I hope that my writing provides a shoulder for someone to lean on to.

How did you come up with this beautiful poem?

There's a lot going on across this world. Too many tears have been shed but nothing can be blamed over nature's wrath. Be it man-made or innate, everything here on this earth is transient. Man is ever displaced. Such is the story of the latest calamity that hit Indonesia where even tools and equipment are kept aside, to save a life anyhow. Bare hands to remove baring souls from the rubble. Your prompt gave me a nudge to think of 'tangled' in a new context.