Thursday Verse No. 3: Kintsugi: The Golden Repair


I found the spark for this piece in one of the frames from The Parting of Ways by Sukanya Ghosh, displayed in the white aisle of Cymroza Art Gallery. Cigarette — a digital collage built from archival photographs, placed opposite a vintage wooden cupboard, stood out in its silence. It captured how time had not only tarnished the photos and the cigarette held by the faceless figure within the frame, but also the memories.

Is not the present like that too? Here now, gone the next moment. Yet it leaves behind traces that stain us forever. Not in the vibrance of tomorrow, but in the quiet greyness of a faded yesterday. This poem is a return to the whispers that linger.


Kintsugi: The Golden Repair 


They say it's okay to not be okay,

To watch time tear us away

and, in vast distance, place.

With the fall of leaves, and it swaying away with the breeze,

The laughed hours shall perish,

and the smoke of a sighing cigarette vanish,

Not a drop or grain shall be left of the abundant river bank,

nor will its depth hold the tarnished state of a ship that once sank;

Yet amidst the vibrance of the rainbow drizzling into rain,

a place for the placeless still remains,

A grey chaos scribbled over the white space — formless, nameless, faceless.

Bound together with golden neuro threads,

Silently held like a word unsaid,

Bedecking the interior of a wooden almari, 

Waiting for her to revisit their fragmented story.


- Mercy Rebonica


Find out more about The Parting of Ways at: https://www.cymroza.com/exhibition/exh-2209

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