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If man is dust

those who go through the plain

are men



- Apparition, Octavio Paz, trans. Eliot Weinberger



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Sunday, 24 May 2009

Dice


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:

Deeptesh said...

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.

Ishani Shambhobi Ghosh said...

"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.

Danny said...

"earth, moon and us,



at the mercy of another light."


ethereal.
the only word that comes to mind.

Sujoy Bhattacharjee said...

Lives meet and part and touch each other...memories of ages past....the remnants of painful relationships. This is really good.

Poorna Banerjee said...

distant.

very.

Shahwar Kibria said...

"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.

rajdeep bhattacharya said...

speechless, i must say
do read my recent one
truth part 3rd
http://journeyofmysoul-rajdeep.blogspot.com/