Purple,

By abhirami

Purple, chronicles Abhirami’s poetry from the age of 11 to the age of 17. It examines a lot of things, but predominantly love, which is the only thing that grows in a person without shifting shape. Purple, is a baggage. It dives into an individual’s mind across a couple of years, not attempting to objectively ascribe growth or change, but merely to feel with the author, as all kind of reading is a selfless attempt to empathize. Poems written at the age of 11 have been scattered along with those written at the age of 17, because the second didn’t come without the first and both voices are equally valid.
Abhirami is a high school senior trying desperately to grow out of herself. She wears words like overgrown sweaters, writes impulsively in lowercase and eats a lot of bread. But if she is not doing any of these things, you can find her watching quiet, art restoration videos in her room. or reading- she enjoys memoirs and flowy, descriptive language. In life, she wants to make quick money off a desk job till it becomes a bore and then run away into the woods, live like a recluse, and hopefully, write poetry for a living. life to her, like it was for Murakami before her, is a constant struggle between coincidence and possibility.

• Language: English
• Publisher: abhirami
• Release date: Oct 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005283940

abhirami

abhirami is a high school senior trying desperately to grow out of herself. she wears words like overgrown sweaters, writes impulsively in lowercase and eats a lot of bread. but if she is not doing any of these things, you can find her watching quiet, art restoration videos in her room. or reading- she enjoys memoirs and flowy, descriptive language. in life, she wants to make quick money off a desk job till it becomes a bore and then run away into the woods, live like a recluse, and hopefully, write poetry for a living. life to her, like it was for murakami before her, is a constant struggle between coincidence and possibility.

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Preface

Like Murakami said, we are sandwiched between the everything behind us and the zero beyond. All we have is the transcendental moment between what has happened and what is yet to come. When we are born, we experience the world moment by moment, entirely through felt perception. However, as we grow and learn to think, we start nipping our feelings in the bud with clippers of rationality.

Poetry is my mechanism to feel – the art of capturing that moment’s emotion and experience within the rhythm and flow of words, almost like photography with language, and relive them. The sublime feeling that swept over me, looking at the ethereal love conveyed by Frida Kahlo’s ‘Self-Portrait as a Tehuana (Diego on my Mind)’. The distinct kind of heartbreak I feel when I think of my mother and her stillborn dreams, as I’ve tried to capture in ‘mama’.

As a writer, I want to heighten the human experience. I want to relay to the world the stories, perspectives and emotions of the people I have encountered. The poems within this anthology trace the unique human experience I’ve had over the course of my tiny life – from the first poem I scrawled into my notebook at the age of eleven to the last one, as I break out from my cocoon of adolescence into the real world.

The background and physical elements of my poems are inconsequential. If the reader can feel them, incorporate them into their own background and thereby, connect to me on some cryptic level, I consider my job as an artist