Shall i speak to you sweet
sotto-voce
not a whit
whispers of the fallen leaves
the tinkle of broken glass
brusque bhartrihari
sparkling like ice - augurs of an avalanche
do you heed the hemant raag crystal clear, no?
seeking meaning in the cloud drift
messonge silver-tongued, yes?
look not here for kalidasa
oh dear the random notes and yet
delightful seem
this mute symphony of the
cygnet stars
salt on the lips for i have drunk
the sea
sail away sail away hark the siren
the gold
you came
to fleece
sandalwood sunset your eve
an ouroboros
come now ponder not
gandharva strum the strings
impatient the apsara taps her toes
and that avalanche
will you won't you join the dance
--
a/n
this is totally off-the-cuff, just for the 'eck of it
leaving the reader to make of it whatever
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
