Nibedita Phukan Poems

At the break of day in the lake of lilies
The sun cut out the moon's pale splendour
Light and dark, criss-crossing, had me blinded
And we played house
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I will acquaint an intimate melody
With the clouds
So I may stay soaked
On a night-jasmine carpet
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One

Shall I hold on to the bottle or the enamel pot
To light or darkness
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Things I meant to say as also not to
Holding close matters where the past and the future
Did come into sight and did not
I wait
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Something was chasing me about
Something that had no shape
No name
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At my heels was a gaping vacuum
I tarried—
My hands stretched out towards the chasm,
As ever
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