‘Krishna under the Cadamba’ by Debasis Tripathy

My Heart is a Red Lipped Succulent
Kelly DuMar

Krishna under the Cadamba

During the day, he could not bear not
to touch her. As soon as the night 
fell, it does not matter, he thought
if they ever got caught canoodling. It was not
about the immaturity of a God’s act 
but the transcendence of human love. Why not
take a shortcut, when you can, on the spot,
attain the clouds without a climb? Out 
he went to the woods, a lonely spot 
where the Cadamba, laden with orange pots, 
dangling like moons, waited for him in consort
with his flute and paramour to play the luring note,
outside the hems of time, and seamlessly mutate
the world into a standstill spell, in and out.


Debasis Tripathy works for an IT Company in Bangalore. He also writes – poems and short fiction. His recent work features in Mad Swirl, Rogue Agent, Squawk Back, Eunoia Review, Collidescope, Turnpike, Adelaide Magazine, Kitaab , Punch & elsewhere. Occasionally, he tweets at @d_basis.


Kelly DuMar is a poet, playwright and workshop facilitator from Boston. She’s author of three poetry chapbooks, girl in tree bark (Nixes Mate, 2019), Tree of the Apple, (Two of Cups Press), and All These Cures, (Lit House Press). Her poems, prose and photos are published in many literary journals including Bellevue Literary Review, Tupelo Quarterly, Crab Fat, Storm Cellar, Corium & Tiferet, and frequently in Feral. Kelly serves on the Board of the International Women’s Writing Guild (IWWG), and produces the Bi-Monthly Open Mic Writer Series attended by women worldwide. She blogs her daily nature photos & creative writing at kellydumar.com/blog.