GloMag GloMagOctober2017

GloMag is a Monthly Online Poetry and Prose Magazine. GloMag is the coming together of writers in their diverse manifestations, thoughts, and expressions, and the visual interpretation of these.

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‘To The Dark One’ GloMag September 2017


Thank you Glory Sasikala πŸ’•πŸ’•


To the Dark One

I keep your storm
under my brooding lashes
detached my gait
as if carrying an ocean
is something I do with ease
while my heart wears my ankle bells

There is a forlorn moon
on the prowl tonight
fox ear-sharp her senses, searching for a night
to offset her pale cheeks

In the shadows of your beloved tree, I sink listening to the entrancing β€˜bansuri’
My robe keeping out the inquisitive cold , my toes playing with dead leaves

I hid my joy from all
when your dark skin
made me the fair one, now it is my heart
that does the same to me

This night brings the only gift for me
liberty from primeval chains
that have always strangled love,
I dare not sing aloud my ecstasy

There are others who want nothing
but to suffer my plight
Hush the breeze,
Still your leaves, mighty tree
I want the pain of this desertion
To cleave me with its intensity

The moon is one, my heart is another
My soul, you have too many rivals
wanting to explore the joys of being bereft

GloMag (February 2017): Edited by Glory Sasikala: 9789385945786: Books

Got a poem’Let Me Go’ in this stupendous issue of GloMag which is a print issue and will be in national libraries in India.

Let Me Go

When you sit with me on the bench, your arm
around my shoulders, I wonder
Will the sun ever cease to be?
It is a homecoming of sorts
The birds, done with twittering
are settling into a twilight made soft with twigs
Dusk is a tender stole
thrown over us, silently
The gold drowns abruptly
like a cold word in a warm heart
leaving us staring at an aftermath of glory
Could you slide your fingers a little bit down?
There is a sorry dream stuck there
-a tiny rustle of wings
squirming to meet a breeze
Let me go now
so that I can follow that bird
across the darkening fields
and to you, return
before it is too late