Dice
1.
daybreak
and your leaf voice
salt
and snow
sirens
from a childhood road
feather and snow
I'm still there, queen.
2.
doors of silence,
a child calls me
rain poet,
walk
the map may change
while you
sleep
melt
are you
still looking for answers?
3.
distant moon.
we are sitting in the rain,
girl
we are singing, unafraid
a dice is spinning
in the air
girl, you are weeping
and your grief
takes
the trees
by surprise,
and strokes the bougainvillea,
gently
earth, moon and us,
at the mercy of another light.
7 comments:
Love the way you play with a forlorn and mystic sensuousness here....the beckoning of objects long lost and distant.It evokes a sense of melancholy and haunting nostalgia. And your diction as always exudes the magic flashes of surrealism.
"a child calls me
rain poet"...
beautiful line.
thank god they're not gonna give ur poetry to analyze in JU admission test. :P
u're on the way.
"earth, moon and us,
at the mercy of another light."
ethereal.
the only word that comes to mind.
Lives meet and part and touch each other...memories of ages past....the remnants of painful relationships. This is really good.
distant.
very.
"a dice is spinning in the air"
has an air of apocalyptic eerieness about it!!!
"the map may change while you sleep
melt
are you still looking for answers"
*goosebumps*
fin.
speechless, i must say
do read my recent one
truth part 3rd
http://journeyofmysoul-rajdeep.blogspot.com/
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