noema

Noema

Mohit Khodidas

Jul 26, 2024 — 1 min read

Here is my first book.
Noema - Spaces of Refuge.

Some things cannot be put in to words. This is one of them. I have put together my poems and photographs, a harmony of my two passions. A window in to each other, and in to me.

Noema

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Author: Mohit Khodidas
Publisher: Laya Press
Pages: 128, Hardcover

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Poems in this book have been written over many years. I never intended to put them in public. Photographs are landscapes of Saurashtra, the land I have been given and that I love for all its eccentricities and tragedies.

I have so many people to thank. My friends and family, the centre of my life. I am a golem, among many other things, and they make me in their image, every day.

From the preface of the book:
I have imagined this book of poetry and images as a dialectical work; between images and text, between text and you, and hopefully between you and others, including me. Personal reading must also be an internal dialogue. Understanding is to be built together.

Boulder Ruins

The teleology of architecture is ruin. The fate of empires is to lay waste. Those cities turn to dust, By the marauding armies of horses, And elephants, and men in armour. Armour of greed and hierarchy, Of memories of loss. The granite boulders carved into monuments, Only to be ground

Silent Runes

Silent runes and arabesque Tell a story Kafkaesque Of a riverman When the river dried A doorman When the doors closed A clergyman When lies arrived A swordsman When they won A spokesman And lied some more An everyman. Silent runes and arabesque Tell a story Kafkaesque Of found treasures

Embers and Cinders

I had nothing to give to that old woman. Who begs at the lights, She gave me instead, Embers and cinders; Decay and suffering; A life unredeemed; Infinite infamy and inquity, I have it all She gave me more, and old poem too. Yanked out like a spasm. A poem

On Pilgrimages

There was a time when I found pilgrimages to be an unnecessary exertion. One could find all that is to see within one's self. And perhaps that may be true. But I have found myself to be going on pilgrimages. Sometimes, I know I am going on one.

Here is my first book.Noema - Spaces of Refuge.

Noema

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Boulder Ruins

Silent Runes

Embers and Cinders

On Pilgrimages

Here is my first book.
Noema - Spaces of Refuge.