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GOPAL LAHIRI.

SONGSOPTOK THE WRITERS BLOG | 8/10/2014 |

      

Ecstasy and other poems.



A SENSE OF POSSIBILITY
I do not know what to expect,
standing still near the window
a night of downpours,
a few wet pumpkin seeds,
the splashing of water against
the stone,
shifting glances
a trace of breeze,
a sense of possibility
each day it weakens
around the water's edges.
what's that?
broken clips, clipped wings,
doors shut tight,
a quiet moment,
is it what you expect?
the wind offers to stay back,
a light rain still falling
on the leafless tree,
words pervade inside
waft in a few promises.
in doing so,
reveal a smile,
drumming up courage,
my hopes
rising up like waves
stirring and shifting,
only the lights will change,
there is more to it,
a day not meant to end.


Ecstasy
In the cocoon of intimacy
you may weave the same magic, raise the spirits
in a suave chemistry,
I dream about it in every breath i take
when i go to sleep.

that's not the right moment to think
about the hungry people and pale faces
the story with terrible problems, the lost love
and the effect of dying as
they curse and slay each other.

our stars are so strong, each time
night unfolds the puffy cheeks
the connection in soul level,
hide the wound and suffering,
supporting this lighter life in ecstasy.




Blue 
let me sit in silence
I look each side of the moon
where others never set eyes on,
every moment has to argue
for its existence.
let my hands drop on my chest
i am doing in my own way
rolling and crushing of waves
discard the door to
sun-soaked beaches.
each time you ask for the details
to buy the secret
the morning sky
refuses to tell
how much blue in the sky.







   
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