Words Like This: Mamta G. Sagar
Words
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Why are words like this?
Black drizzling drops Why are words like this? Visible, but soundless; |
Do Not Walk Into Me
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You should not walk into me like this; like the emerald-eye in the peacock-plume. We have never spoken to each other; we haven’t spent time sitting next to each other; yet the hearts beat like thunder before the rains. A thousand eyes for this desire A tongue of fire has this desire why does it linger here creeping its way in – between us? The veins burn, the body shivers like cluster of stars set ablaze. Let’s not talk –let me dissolve in you like the thick green spread o’er the valley, like the blue mixed in the ocean.My child holds me by the finger, gently tugs at it. Sometimes… it’s like this. |
Talking About Dharma/Adharma
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hara hara mahadeva! shouts from throats filled with poison rends these bodiespoison in the throat seeps into the vein, poison of the mind renders the body bluespreads blue poison across the sky turns the corals and pearls in the ocean’s depth blue this is the time the cradle of death swings with a lullaby laa… laa… la lullaby child, take care – The breast, the vagina, here, hands, feet, head, torso, a wink of sleep for the pain |
For My Mother
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To the touch of a finger, soft, the rose; its petals, all tender — petal to petal flows the rosy hue.O’er the lips, the spread of a rosy smile; between the pages, the single petal is a trapped pink butterfly; opened many days after, the pages show the vanish of both pink and rose; in its place, a transparent petal.without a trace disappeared the rose; has it gone away, just like that, without a word, a question? Without sound or ado, stealthily, it went away; and the pink of the rose erased the rose itself and merged with the breeze. I remember my mother; |
Like This
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Like this, on the page “the song” like the tattooed design is the song from the page the word sounds, sound the words one behind the other; chain of words-sound let float in the breeze… there the song! Now |