Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Indeed it was my bitter sleep
Unable to wake up or escape the dream,
It set a stage in my head for a rehearsal
I woke up in a tortoiseshell,
realizing that I am in a valley
It was shining red with
the coagulated blood flowers
Stinking with the blobs of flesh,
strewn on the dried earth
The planets above the valley
pouring salty rain there and here
Wherever I see the emptiness appears pensive
Throbbing into the things on its way to me
Crushing the bones and dust smeared eye balls
At a distance
Some vanished woodpeckers from my childhood
peck skulls, vultures pluck flesh
No single person in the valley appear to my gaze
I was crouched in the tortoiseshell
Beneath me warm blood founts
The vapour of salty rain passes by my side
As emptiness is about to reach me
The stormy blood rain churned up the ambience
The things in the valley have turned into pieces
The glass-like Turbulent in me was growing dense
I woke up with the tears in my eyes
Wiping the valley I saw in my dream
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