By Anu Karippal
I have been thinking about a green ear ring
A gift from a dear friend
That I broke into two- two months ago
I have been thinking of it-
As I walk back home from bus
When I’m about to sleep
When I pour the first mug of water down my hair.
I close my eyes lest water enter and hurt my eyes,
I stand there gently.
And think of the green earring I broke.
Breaking it was so easy.
Loosen the metal ring,
An extra hook on the split babies.
I wore them each to office, without a thought.
And now I think everyday-
What a violent thing to do
To break a piece of beauty, of friendship
So I can have two earrings
When and where did we begin to be obsessed with maximum again?
To make two out of one.
So I took the two broken ear rings
Twins separated so far
And glued them together.
This poem was firstly published as part of the Surreal Print Issue 2020.