You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. Joseph Joubert

Saturday, April 10, 2010

1.49 pm

This summer afternoon,
A rally marched up my curve
I stretched out my self to
wind you up my waist

besides corals, gems and seas-hells…

There was a song
licking underneath my

and your voice like ink filling my nerves…

at this circle where
planets do not function
and stars raise their
roots upto the sands

I want you rowing down
In a canoe, past wolves
and weeds

into a lake that’ll take
you to my ribs, my
flesh, my organs and
split beans…

each end of my veins
shall sprinkle colours
earth has never seen,
each pore shall bloom
redder than they did in other autumns

my flesh like an anxious doe..

I shall hold my breath
Like a flickering lamp
Away from the gust of your
like you would c r a w l up a satin floor
bent on hips over my

the first matchstick
might burn out
but I’ll hold till you
out of water into my
that surrounds my intestines

I cant see the mirror
drifting you in its wave to another
for all that in you
-are my fruits

Inch by inch, the whole orchard
I have buried all seeds in you.


Sachin Ketkar said...

Your imagery is so fascinating Christable, wonder how and where you get it from. What is the source of your creative madness? Where is it?

Amiya chatterjee said...

Past midnight. Nearly 2
when a song was licking underneath your tongue
and your organs splits ! How wonderful thought! At that hour of night.
But do I care about the seeds?

Swastik Pal said...

wonderful again...
truly wonderful use of imagery!!!

the feeling lioness said...

So colourful and beautiful!
There is also something like wine...the colour of soft beer..throughout the poem:)Real quality

Pseudo said...

Thanks everybody...for appreciating my effort so much.

楊愛惟 said...

IS VERY GOOD..............................