An Afternoon Dream Poem by Sanjukta Nag

I broke the glory of moon into pieces
And hung them by nooses
From the ceiling of our drunken bedroom.
Little souls started to grow bigger
Pale souls started to glow brighter.
You said, 'Death is too powerful
As it made heaven step down on us.'
I laughed at our imagination and
Counted the movements of your pupils,
While your mind saw the silky sky
Flowing so crystal blue like a young river.
But before giving you a nudge of life
You vanished in the atmosphere
To catch stars for a delicious astral dinner.