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| Gopal Lahiri |
Time Capsule
Today the morning haze crumbles my poems
Not a word is said now.
Stow all the studs, the hungry face of the wind
Screams under the leafless tree.
Still quick, still draws the circles and rectangles
Of lies and assurances.
The sycamores and the floating vastness linger,
Water lily is now in delirium.
Membrane is pierced, half-smile in gypsum mask
Sinks in the long empty darkness.
Formless life is descending down the stairs
With the last night shadows.
Between you and me, unspoken memories swirl
In the hovering time capsule.
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Library Window
I am saying I can’t say!
Hard bound, pale brown, heavy
All day I read that book and smell
The pure rust of memories!
A flicker of light softening in
Each bend of my smile,
There is a flight in all of us.
A bird takes a glide outside in
The austere light!
The twilight floats in the river of
Unknown promises,
Embrace her slowly
with my half-visible presence.
I will rise up one day
from those breathless flowering.
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Delirium
Someday the river will explain the delirium.
The evening speaks unfamiliar words, a sudden fury comes over,
turn to the rain again,
flow has become a torrent now,
Sitting on the top of a wild date palm,
The crescent moon
Can’t disentangle itself from the raging clouds,
The banks are the lurking shadows, the boats
In the middle, toss and bump, rock and roll,
Begin to dissolve,
The stormy wind charges in with a faint of hiss,
Waves after waves,
Full of scary eddies and swirls,
tides swell, grown into high-decibel songs.
Missing faces gather, drained of colour, crumble,
begging unconditional shelter,
For there is much death here as well as life.
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Short Bio:
Gopal Lahiri was born and grew up in Kolkata, India. He is a bilingual poet, critic and writer and widely published in Bengali and English language in India and abroad. He has authored nine volumes of poetry in English and jointly edited the anthology of poems: Scaling Heights. He can be reached at glahiri@gmail.com,
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excellent, there is much death and life here indeed. Nicety of expression mingles with the felicity of painstaking thoughts. congrats.
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