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 Mar 2018 Srijani Sarkar
HSH
be
 Mar 2018 Srijani Sarkar
HSH
be
honeyed inflorescences natter their halcyon parlances off the tongues of myriad petals to my sensitive sensory, and I convey my reply in a palpable gesture.


"I gaze and let them be."
You were like rain,
I stood inside, by a glass window,
I watched you touch the glass.
And it looked most beautiful thing to me.
As my fingers climed to it too,
I realized there was a sheild,
And I kept watching you,
And I kept breathing in its petrichor,
Then I perceived that we were near but were not together.
I did convince my heart to go out and get wet, but it told me it was scared to fall again and tear apart.
And once again, I smiled upon the rains, for I could feel you by my side somehow,
Though it made me feel shattered a little bit inside, for I suffered the feeling of the distance everytime it rained.
You were like a sad rain.
 Mar 2018 Srijani Sarkar
River
Honey
 Mar 2018 Srijani Sarkar
River
Shimmering, glittery, golden
Basking in the sweltering sun

The sun is an orange orb
Big, giant, hot, burning.... burning

Feeling skin brush againt cold flesh
Feeling another heartbeat pressed to your chest

Beating hearts intertwined
The golden orb consumes

Honey drips down
Glittery, golden, sweet

On our way to being complete
Yet seperated by a chasm so deep

How shall we build a bridge?
I want to get to you

You're so far
I'm in the passenger seat of your car

Chattering like a gang of birds
You smile, but it is rehearsed

I want to dump honey on you
Thick with love and affection

So your heart will be revealed,
And also my heart for you

Glittery, shimmering, golden, true
The orange orb is you.
 Mar 2018 Srijani Sarkar
Glow
I let her slip through my fingers
Like moonbeams
And like moonbeams
She was never really there
if you do not write it down when you think

words will be lost



it can be done without imagination



just look at the cardigan

five buttons

one is different



some things are draining well

while the washing machine

is not



meanwhile the snowdrops bloom
This morning
I woke up
and thought
all my poetries
were over
but then I saw her
smiling in her sleep
and there it was,
love, yet again.
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