In my veins
You? Reign?
My scarf was a lonesome bloom
In the shadow of Autumn
What was that sun
On your rooftop?
Have the seashells carried
My future
Azure? Ashore?
Question marks always turn liquid on balmy beaches –
The nazm I dived in
Was God
Sleeping
In
ice sheets
A bleeding dream mated me
Trickling from silver birches
Orion tasseled with vākhs
Brings baskets of birdsongs
A
world filled with green and sun
Awaits its own return
Frontiers of colours
Sun the park benches
It
will take an epic
To
pluck your phantasm
From
ripe fruits
From
rice shoots
From the sleepy hazel ocean
A bud of Word bursts open
An aster world has fallen
From the dot of i
Fall reigns
Over tufts
Of honeysuckle!
The forlorn future is my watermark
Papyrus dyed
in lamp-years
Curls around
The soul in
inkpot
The last twinkle
Of sodden Night
Shall drip
On
your closed eyelids…
Shortlisted for Raed Leaf Poetry, 2013 Contest
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