Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
The day you hid the door of afterlife —
Earth, flames and ashes
erased
the apprehensions
allying illusion and reality.
I still sense your presence
around that door
but a sound from this opening
seems like an echo in the wilderness —
warning as well as bewitching me
to reveal myself to the untraveled.
Still for my senses,
like a deserted impala calf —
I am hurling questions and calls
to the woods, drowsy in meditation.
Maa, I know you won’t answer.
I am therefore standing
soaking myself
trying to find answers
in the undertone of this rain
falling on the tin house.
In a skirmish with anxiety
my wakefulness is waiting
to meet sleep in person
[if she has heard you somewhere.]
Answer Maa
Or what’s the purpose of
perpetuating the thirst of my eyes
Tears are digging deep inside
a canyon of remembrances
is getting drilled.
Answer Maa.
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