Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
‘I am no good now,
don’t wish to hang on any more,
if a street straggles to its end
there’s nothing more to it.
No one sees endings,
there are no walls, sorrow lines,
just landscapes outside that shrink into a room.
I have lived with river and sand and breeze,
what else is there to live for?
Sorrow should not be mixed with endings,
a bird will tell you that on its last flight,
though it may not know it is its last flight.’
What is wrong, where are you taking your things?
‘Am moving out, don’t wish to leave clutter,
a throb of emptiness must linger for a moment
and that’s about it, just a throb, a moment,
no entanglements with space.’
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