Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Red by Iqra Khan

pirouettes in Persian rugs, kisses white. spring blushes in slurry syntax of a blossom. red romances yellow under my bristles, a helical passion,
a sunset of peaches, sweetens canvas. red sleeps on a blue night
red leaves a stinging violet on skin. on green grass red breaks.

 

in Babri, below the pulpit, red is lost evidence. what colour is lost innocence. Lost is a transitive. We, the citizens of a transitive, always in transition. what colour is disenfranchisement.
what colour is Ayat al Kursi? Lost.
Red.

 

Iqra Khan