Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
A blimp moon in the sky
over the desert road.
Sand trembled for miles, broke out
in dunes that rose and fell
in cold, burning air.
That night Mother was an amethyst outline
queen of a land
she could never step in.
Tucked away in my folds
I too had secret chambers.
All along the road the night ran with me.
Moon slipping into a cup in my lap,
its dry-iced evanescence searing
as I drank it down.
Stallions of time flew
across the sky, over
the fortresses of dawn.
Shadowlines on sand
drawn
undrawn.