Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










OF FULLNESS by Keki N Daruwalla

The nights are full
 because of dreams steaming through them.
The days are full
 — new skylines, new shoals, new tides.
The nights are empty, for the sea rolls
 and wrings the dreams out
from the wet rag of your body.
The days are empty 
because the skyline is the same
and the light on the sea
has a sameness that is killing,
and the waves are another name
for repetition repeated endlessly.

 

KEKI N DARUWALLA