Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
With you
I boil the salt of the sea
Taste it on the tip of
My mouth bleeding frozen butterflies.
With you
I dream red- sun-filled nights of Stockholm
Trembling in the eyes of ancient tree bark.
With you
When I perfect my grey grammar school kisses,
Luscious curves, cupid lips,
Amorous stone bodies
Erupt in the shadowy forms of libidinous joys of birth, life and death.
In the house of perfumes, full of Chinese furniture
Undisguised, naked ancients,
Weave silk-threaded whispers of travel tales
And I hear the sound of my name.
On the Harlem Street,
I open the door of my house
Find old Gods that play tippy-tippy -tay, tippy-tippy -tay
And teach orphans Cavendish’s chemistry lessons.
I rush out
Grab the skeletons of battered sun-flowers
Dancing, weeping, coughing
In the shade of fragmented skyscrapers.
I know
If I dream more of you
You will become a forest of deserts
A new language of love.
← Ashwani Kumar