Tanzila Ahmed & Neelanjana Banerjee

Winter 2023 | Poetry

Sorshe Phul 

Poetry by Tanzila Ahmed & Neelanjana Banerjee collab 

Photos by Wajiha Ibrahim-Shaikh 

This series is inspired by the the mustard flowers 

that bloom in California every spring, and the 

Bengalis love for all things mustard. 

July 2023 

 

 

 

The Gloomy Road 

 

 

 

The Road  

by Neelanjana Banerjee  

  

Two girls 

stand on a dirt road 

sorshe phul 

surround them 

  

snails clinging to the stalks 

beetles burrowing into the California dirt 

  

down down down 

down down down 

  

on the other side of the world 

who would we still be 

 

two women 

standing on a road 

  

but now the road torn down the middle 

  

partitioned 

by colonialism 

fundamentalism 

hate 

 

borders drawn in blood & mangrove leaves 

  

only the flowers remember 

the sound of laughter 

in the fields 

 

Meghna Whispers  

By Tanzila Ahmed 

 

In the whispers of the swaying mustard covered hills 

shaded by the morning meghna 

our ears catch the secret,  

the murmurs of laughter, 

the silenced scream. 

 

The thicket of mustard stalks will become 

a fire hazard when brittle in the future 

the scattered seeds warding off evils of the past 

we stand in the present 

wondering what we should save first 

 

Who is calling at us? 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sari’s Mission 

 

 

 

Sari Blowing  

By Neelanjana Banerjee  

 

the fabric 

& the way 

it wraps around our 

breasts & hips & thighs 

  

a transformation 

  

the wind that tugs 

at our hair, the edges of 

these silks 

  

is our ancestors 

  

we hear them laugh 

  

even the rabbits and coyote 

listening from their burrows 

  

they hear it, too 

 

Exotic Missions  

By Tanzila Ahmed 

 

I wonder  

if the Spanish Father 

who scattered seeds  

on the path to the missionaries  

knew that  

Hindu goddesses and  

Muslim princesses 

decked in gold and saris 

would hike up the California superblooms 

with husbands holding camera phones 

to recreate  

romantic twirling Bollywood song and dance numbers 

while sunburnt hikers with camelbaks look on. 

 

Jamdani and silk, gold trimmed 

decolonization through adornment 

wind whispers 

through jhumkas 

and hair 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mustard Bodied 

 

 

Mustard Flowers 

By Neelanjana Banerjee 

  

i. 

invasive species 

supposedly sowed alongside 

the violence of colonizers 

a golden road from Mission to Mission 

  

these ancient fireladders 

growing tall and robust 

to cover the bones, all the bones 

  

ii. 

what it does to us is 

epigenetic 

 ` 

hemispheric 

  

a celebration of spring / basanti 

  

A Bollywood dance sequence, Shah Rukh’s 

hair bigger than ours has ever been 

Kajol’s white dupatta blowing and blowing in the wind 

but never picking up any dirt 

 

how many times can you kiss the skin  

there 

just below one’s ear 

without dropping all of your seeds 

  

iii. 

our mothers as girls 

their mothers before 

and on and on 

bells jingling on their ankles as they followed 

each other into the mustard fields 

  

shorshe phul uteche, jabe? Cholona? Forca lagebe? Foto foto 

  

yellow reflected in their eyes 

across their cheeks 

  

the stalks so tall, 

perfect for secrets to be shared 

from sister to cousin to friend 

  

Spring always a reminder of 

what can begin 

Again. 

  

In My Body 

By Tanzila Ahmed 

 

The epigenetics of mustard flowers 

exists in our soul  

at an atomic level 

 

Did she  

or the mother before 

or the mother before that 

spin in joyous circles too, 

or is this a cellular memory 

from the future?  

 
I only ever saw my Nani with furrowed brows 

and not a wrinkle of a smile  

or a sunlight twinkle in her eye. 

she would never have  

danced 

not like this. 

mustard colored drenched 

with no shame in the world. 

so who taught me joy 

like this 

was at a cellular level, mine too?  

Tanzila “Taz” Ahmed is a political strategist, storyteller, and artist based in Los Angeles. She creates at the intersection of counternarratives and culture-shifting as a South Asian American Muslim 2nd-gen woman. She’s turned out over 500,000 Asian American voters, recorded her #GoodMuslimBadMuslim podcast at the White House and makes #MuslimVDay cards annually. Her essays are published in the anthologies Pretty Bitches, Whiter, Good Girls Marry Doctors, Love Inshallah, and numerous online publications. In Spring 2019 she was UCLA’s Activist-in-Residence at the Institute on Inequality and Democracy and in 2016 received an award from President Obama’s White House as a Champion of Change in Art and Storytelling.

Neelanjana Banerjee's fiction, poetry, and essays have appeared widely in journals and anthologies like Prairie Schooner, Weird Sister, Virginia Quarterly Review, PANK MagazineThe RumpusMothers Before: Stories and Portraits of Our Mothers As We Never Saw Them (Abrams Image, 2020), Good Girls Mary Doctors: South Asian Daughters on Obedience and Rebellion (Aunt Lute Books, September 2016), and many other places. She is a co-editor of Indivisible: An Anthology of Contemporary South Asian American Poetry (University of Arkansas Press, 2010), and The Coiled Serpent: Poets Arising from the Cultural Quakes and Shifts of Los Angeles (Tia Chucha Press, 2016). She has an MFA in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University, and a BA in English and Creative Writing from Oberlin College. She has had residencies at Hedgebrook, the Blue Mountain Center, and Dorland Mountain Arts, and received scholarships to attend the David Henry Hwang Writers Institute and the Squaw Valley Writers Workshop. Her journalism has appeared on Teen Vogue, The Aerogram, The Center for Asian American Media Blog, LA Review of Books, Alternet, WordRiot, Colorlines, Fiction Writers Review and more. She is based in Los Angeles, where she is the Managing Editor of Kaya Press, and teaches writing and publishing in the Asian American Studies Department at UCLA and through private writing workshops.

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