We indulge our passions, unthinking of the ripples we make. I am most alive when I am dead underwater, cocooned in it’s gentle caress. No hacking cough, not even the pain that shoots down my leg on land. This poem flows therefrom like the drops that slide off my back as I take a turn…
Tag: moon
Full moon again
You sit by the pond in the night and watch your father Crossing the dark grass, blinking through the trees Toward you, the moon balanced in his hands As he ruffles through the night only for you How long have I been waiting, you ask aloud May be forever, answers the night. It must be…
Just the moon
04:00 Hours IST. 26.06.2021. “Just the moon” you say, “no aesthetics even. Just showing off the zoom on your camera.” Ah, but it was at four in the morning…When skies were silent and still The dawn was just a brooding sighAnd no photograph will ever show The sweet smell of the flowers,The freshness of the…
End of argument
“What do you see in the same old moon, full of the stale stench of sweat and gloom, surrounded by the unhealthy halo of bitterness it’s unable to outgrow? Look at it,”you laugh, “swimming naked in the dark, vain and unperturbed by your silly emotions, your thoughts… indifferent, even calloused, like a rotting roti hung to dry…
ipsita banerjee 