Four Hands
Four Hands

Four hands divided by two
Sprawl across bass and treble and the space between.

Four hands means
Twenty fingers moving in tandem and all for
One song.

Play passing the parcel with one line of notes surging through these
Dancing fingers.

There is no room to breathe because these
Four hands have used up all the air, and
Any extra beneath the blacks.

Four hands acrobat across ivory
And the distance from the
First to eighty eighth key doesn’t seem like an ocean anymore.

All four hands don’t always play at the same time —
You rest while I run and draw a melody into the atmosphere.

One hand writes poetry and two make a song but
Four hands tie a thread around staves that tell stories that never existed.

Can we please carve four bars of music under the bench of this
Instrument and
Return when we have four hands to play them to life?

Sanaya

Sanaya is a lawyer in Bombay. She currently spends most of her time reading and drafting documents. If she’s not doing that, she’s playing music, writing, or planning what to eat, next.

Ouevre

The Economy of Movement

Prose by Sanaya

I learnt about the economy of movement in a yoga class at school. It was written in our textbook. It told us that each physical action of ours must be...
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Mindful

Prose by Sanaya

I’m trying to be mindful. Imagine a body filled with wide, brown eyes, searching for secrets. Imagine a hand yearning to feel a drop of sunlight on its palm. Now...
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How to Leave a Note

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What matters is how you leave a note A musical note, pressed down by your fingers, hammer to string to sound, will echo what’s in your head while you play...
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Anthology

ST Colmans Well – Oughtmama

Poetry by Frank Golden

Is there a code of seeing what is or is not present? This tree by Colman’s well melted into its heartspace. This coil of life in its own soil, making...
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Portrait

Poetry by Frank Golden

Oughtmama and the mists of late February fade Turlough Mountain and Moneen to a landscape of silhouettes in sheer cascade, only the immediate clear and nameable. I live here now...
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पंछियों की एक कतार

Poetry by Omendra Ratnu

पंछियों की एक कतार, क्षितिज से उभरी, क्षितिज में खो गई बस एक पल में चित्त की सारी मलिनता धो गई
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