NAYANIKA DEY Poems

The porcelain empyreal
Blended itself
Like a bride
In the palette of
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It is as ardent as a ruby
And nonpareil as a gold,
Decked with keloids like pearls
It is a pure treasure trove,
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I am addicted to pain,
For they say,
After every night,
There is a day,
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You are my heart's home,
You are those reborn rays of light,
Even amidst darkness that roam.
You are the fragrant filled breath,
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Free them O' God!
For, the wind is spewed with ashes of hatred,
The bilboes that wait to bangle the innocents,
Hauling them down the barbed streets,
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A story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.

When sledgehammered, pickaxed
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Of all
That you
Wanted to say
And all that
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Little butterfly,
Please take me along with you,
Let me kiss the wide welkin.
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The gestures of lightening,
The sonance of thunder,
The whispers of storm,
And the petrichor after that long dry spell,
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