Kumar Sen Poems

We didn't meet in a traditional way;
we didn't meet in a typical setting.
Instead, we met where the planet completely loses itself;
we met within the curves of vast oceans
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Love, you unfurl as a helix of rust-veined quartz,
coiling through my marrow's uncharted vaults.
Your voice: a flock of obsidian sparrows,
sharding the ether into prisms of pause.
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Before you, love was architecture—stone,
Cathedrals stiff with well-rehearsed desire;
Then you arrived, and every careful throne
Collapsed into a wild, ascending fire.
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