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Knots And Nooses

Nandita Dutta

"The main idea of the piece is that attraction and attachment looks different for everyone. For one it is imperative, like air, it's like tying knots leading to stronger bonds, and the same thing is like a  noose for another. overbearing, smothering, like a death sentence."

Artwork - Attraction I, 1896 | Edvard Munch

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Knots And Nooses

You weep at my leaving. 

I rejoice.

I break free from the shackles of years;

you look to the years to forge bonds.

 

You send forth 

links of forget-me-nots, 

cables of gold, 

purls of the homespun sweater —

and I run from the iron claws.

 

You want to know more, learn more.

I want to unsee, overlook, forget.

 

Holding grudges, for me, 

is like holding hands is for you —

simple, effortless, obvious. 

 

Your big heart is your superpower; 

mine, a burden, a chore,

a job to do, a great expectation. 

I clamber to close its chambers. 

 

You open your arteries.

And your love gushes out —

unencumbered, manic, frantic.

 

As my petals close for the night, 

you are waking up, 

searching for a big sun. 

 

You stop to smell the roses; 

I can only smell 

the thorny metal of sweat and scars.

 

I want to be like you —

from afar, very far,

while I hold you close.

 

You're the chain of links.

But me, I prefer chainmail.

 

You are not my grudge.

I can't stop you from your bright eyes.

I can't stop your outstretched arms.

 

But I won't disown my grudges,

as closely held, as I held you —

or hide the metallic, bloody smells 

with floral sprays.

 

I don't want it touching you, though —

this snaking flow of historical debris, 

baggage of mud

of my bad blood.

 

I want to be one 

taking the blows,

so you can breeze about 

in your tranquil daze.

 

I steeled up so you can be 

weak, 

or woke,

or whatever’s in between. 

 

Your kindness justifies my kind.

You're a voice — 

not just your own,

a voice born of silences.

 

I must amplify you 

while you speak, sing — 

your music soothes, 

all melody and harmony. 

 

It even calms my death metal.

Your garden blooms 

even in my metal soil.

 

I am only a vessel.

And when I contain you, 

I don't break.

 

Only, I can't contain you.

I will pour you out.

I try to contain you, 

but you set me free.

 

I need only me.

And maybe you need me,

but the world needs you.

 

With every link you put out,

you unlink one step away.

 

And it's okay.

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Nandita is a freelance writer and communications professional. Her work has appeared in the Himalayan Writing Retreat blog, Tint Journal, Transients Mag, reflections.live, HotPot magazine, Bitter Melon Review, Indian Review and Outland Magazine. She has been published in a memoir-style anthology - Scribing Positivity, and Bridges not Borders - an anthology of South Asian writers, commissioned by Write Beyond Borders. 

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