by Trivarna Hariharan


to our river’s old flow—
I make peace with myself.


What shall fill
the absence of

the flowers that
have fallen from

our Kadamba?


In the stillness
of an autumn river—

I meet a world
untouched by

the mind.


Breath by breath—
a peony opens itself up
to the joy of being alive.

About the Author:

Trivarna Hariharan is a student of English Literature from India. She has authored There Was Once A River Here (Les Editions du Zaporogue), The Necessity of Geography (Flutter Press) and Letters I Never Sent (Writers Workshop, Kolkata). Her poems appear or are forthcoming from Right Hand Pointing, Noble/Gas Quarterly, Entropy, Third Wednesday, Otoliths, Sweet Tree Review, Across the Margin, and others. In October 2017, Calamus Journal nominated her poem for a Pushcart Prize. She has served as an editor-in-chief at Inklette, and a poetry editor for Corner Club Press. Besides writing, she learns the Electronic Keyboard, and has completed her 4th Grade in the instrument from Trinity College of Music, London.