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Salil Singh Poems
The Loss Of God
Let me teach you about Heartache and the loss of God That is, the loss of a presence - all-fulfilling,
I tell you this; one goes left one goes right
Its right there Couldn’t you see it? Rippling invisible thing You can catch it if you try.
I was thrown into this world a little sponge.
I sit in an empty parking lot in Dubai with both hands on my temples
The Golden Gate
Behold the Golden Gate. On the first hundred meters of the road that leads to it, Seventeen foreigners stand apart and shout,
Do We Know each Other?
How is it there? Did it rain? Are the women good to you? Are the men?
He shambles through street lamp-lit arcades, a shambles Dogs howl at his impending demise and growl They all want a pound of his flesh.. The cold girl, the multitude and the frail contender
I get in the train towards Connaught Place. Fishing in my pockets, I only find a fifty rupee note and a moldy ten.
A Drink Before You Pass
Have a drink, my friend, have a drink before you pass. For you will, you will pass away and I on the corner shall see you.
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The Loss Of God
Let me teach you about
Heartache and the loss of God
That is, the loss of
a presence - all-fulfilling,
Preceding an unlikely joy
You will find yourself always
from dim star to pole star
One faraway light to the next
Through a depthless silent night
And with me a- strolling
Cold, loveless gypsy light of mine!
My shores are lapped by murky panthalassas
(All land is still one continent)
Where man was never born,
He never walked
And nothing did.