Abandoned, forgotten passwords, we will be buried and burnt. Or replaced. Our laughter stripped of its sound bytes will freeze in frames. Our conversations will loiter in the marketplaces of lost cities Their wise songs have gone, dashed against cliffs. Wiping off dewdrops from grass lips, the day stretches. Its grayness splits. A bird sings from a branch. Both are[Read More…]
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Source: GloMag GloMagOctober2017
Source: The Keeper – Visual Verse
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
I love you the way you wantwith no thunder and a faint, loverly light-a thatched hut’s lantern flicker to your fleeing night trainSoothing kohl in my eyes as I work my way up from the floorto reach for my prizeYour smoke rings swirl right through my lips, slightly partedto complete the