Love Poem by ananda majumder

Brittle brides, doves delinking winds
Delicate facets of rose, other side of mirror
Spoiling niche, this is end of “ Cruel April”
Prolonged directory of killers, dictum demurred
Undulated caressing, cussed out emerging kiss

Crunch of time, wither away amok wind
Detouring flow of blood, history de-texted

Night falls, pall of clouds descends
Like a melting star, nightly roster cleaning up body
French nights are longer than kiss! !
I don’t care what I miss, out of nothing, something seen

Let’s appropriate divinity ins and innermost
Fight of childhood full with fray of joy, transition to adulthood
Makes no sense, love is as always red and nascent!