She lifts her up
And walks out -
Its dark there and I stare
The monitor glows,
...
1.
A month fleets in the mirror
I look inside
find you left.
2.
Rain drops evaporate
...
Without the luxury of friendship
a lonely kite flutters
towards the Sun, takes along
shadows of wait -
...
You fly off the old letters
The twigs' orgasm for the tree -
I swallow the paths
In circles - like the yellow pupil of your eyes,
...
She doesn't know
When to smile,
When to remain interested
Or, when not to -
...
Through the wires
And towers across
Lands spread so far apart
My trembling voice
...
She, a brutal commoner
He a poet,
And both tread the annals of togetherness,
The moving images leave
...
Amitava Nag writes poems and short fictions in English and Bengali, his topics mostly veering on the sub-alterns. A radical himself, his stories mostly deal with an individual’s denial of the system. Amitava also edits cinema magazine Silhouette and writes extensively on cinema.)
Death
The disheveled
wallet
flung
memory pages
like
the popcorn machine
crisp
minute
brown
i walk
through
a monochrome forest
a sun
no shadow
brief interlude
the dance of death.
Some great poetry here! Please take the time to read my collection. Comment and rate as you wish :)
Some great poetry here! Please read my collection, comment and rate as you wish :)