JULY POEMS
1.
Playing at love with you
We cried in summerwater
Huddled in winter, died in spring
I remember a thought
Frail moment, seconds of fragility
And now time hangs in my air.
Like deadfall, falling, mid-fall
Undecided time, I fell-felt like stone
Left there, at a deeply open road
In wind and july rain.
2.
Evening happens with the
sense of something else
If you wait, if you wait
You are a block of wood
An object unfamiliar
A stool perhaps, not as defined as a chair
Or a cyst with fibroid life invading
‘May I stay here a little longer till it stops raining?’
It will rain all day and night
It will rain all month
There might be a stray puddle to stand beside.
There may be a poem.
3.
Now that it has stopped raining
I can’t tell you where the place is
Plant folded terrace
Dark-mesh-dark staircase
Your head on my shoulder
Mingling.
Memory, faint and cold
Red lapses of the heart,
I will never come back here.
4.
Lately I have not been myself
It rains and it rains
“Is it time yet to find a place?”
A corpse overexposed
Little out of focus
Crying, crying all night.
Each thing far away from each thing.
Limbs growing, growing in the dark.
Poems, leave wh/holes
Dissolve in monsoon
Come back to memory
Seven hundred years
too late for redemption.
Illustration : Saikat Palit