When I touched you I felt that you still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby's breath
Makes me forget about death
Goran Bregovic
even as we spoke
on gravel corridors
dreams befell in
fragmented sun rays
voices in mirrors
stored in
illogical effort
streets and galis too
rose in savage anger
in loves lonely
savagery
having dared
remembering
loving is the unforgotten
loving is unmeeting
loving is the crisscross
even as the morning dew
hastens to close the windshield
mirages just happen
and in days
such days
each word you spoke
each word I thought
each word building
those ramshackle years
plays the constancy
of a very dry season
gwalior cavorted in
such darkness
In shameless rivers
of betrothal
thinking of
you
is a single gunshot
resounding
in colorless skies
off herniated brain
in a cracked moon
and in lives
running
on suburban trains
and
each time i
wonder where you might be
the qawallis we basked
mamasnpapapas vinyl blowing
carl marx overturned tea cups
mamta kalia bilateral
greykindasummer
interludes
terrains survive
another distant hour.
Poem and Drawing on a Hand Made Paper by Amitabh Mitra
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