Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










1. GHOSTING by Sascha Aurora Akhtar

After I died, I was like an aspiration
Mere notes for a person

I had no visage, no form
After you killed me, I gathered

Form by paying attention
To each moment embossed

In Consciousness    
Like plucking one tiny berry off

One tiny stalk, at a time

to build a pyramid.

A kilogram of berries
Ready to be extracted 

For elixir

To infuse us with vitality

In the dark of Winter
When all is same, dead & cold. 

That’s how I became more
Than the wisp of potential.

That’s how I came back into form.                 


SASCHA AURORA AKHTAR