wordweavers india
http://wordweavers_india_mail_id
wordweavers india facebook page
wordweavers at twitter
 
   
 
 
 
Featured
 
 
  Comments
read more
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Anatomy of Dreams

Anupam Sinha

Somewhere,
in the jaundiced
morgue of the night,
usually awaits sleep-
its grubby hands
ready to autopsy
my calloused dreams.

Lodged in the viscera,
spring is in fetters,
of saris,
of skeins of colours,
buried inside a barren closet,
never to spread
its iridescent wings.

Gothic raiment of cities
hide alleys of gossip
(on which we will never loiter)
and the twisted arcades
of wasting idioms
remain sewn
to the sepulcher of flesh.

The insipid slime
of sunlight
denude
the coarse cinders of spices
from my skin.
And the winds
shed the ruins of melodies
which you had sown in me.

saima afreen
rinzu rajan
vinita agrawal poetry
 
     
  Comments Back to Top