Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










VANISHING ACT by Aditi Nagrath

Night-green & honeyed, sentiment of
having recovered. Counter keenness 
for loss. In years I cannot count 
the best I remember is our strange
adventure into life as if the pain
is separate from us, not who we are.
As if the names only we call us by
are enough to hold these bodies.
Most of what I knew then
is past, but not these small truths 
we established. Vernality brought
in bits. I assert our triumph so far
and further. I hold you to it. 

 
 

ADITI NAGRATH