Sanjukta Nag Poems

Under the tree of forgiveness
We sat for hours
Cross-legged, cross minded,
Our short-lived breaths started colliding
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My eyes never knew how to observe
The magnetized pointers of a compass,
And heart always failed to appreciate
The colours of this world’s political map.
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We painted our wall orange in autumn
Dipping the brushes into white smiles.
You said, 'The fire of our navel
Will make it vermilion red by winter,
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I've just found a dizzy poem,
Laying on his face
On the secure pillow of last winter.
And he revealed a secret
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They abandoned the midnight garden,
For the sake of
Warm softness of a bed.
Two chairs are now sitting alone
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Elevate my soul upwards, to the heavenly light
So I can breathe in it, bathe in it.
For I am so exhausted of being hidden
Inside this earthly dreadful darkness,
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I asked life,
“Why am I still alive? ”
No answer was found.
I asked again,
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I often sit still looking at the bridge,
Boats painted in the colour of purple stooped sky
May be sailing towards your wildest dreams
From my sweaty nightmares.
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All the words that I breathe
All the thoughts that I sip
Streaming from the canyon of your entity,
And I’m whirling peacefully in the warm embrace
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