See the Dream

May 29, 2011 at 8:31 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 

the soft flesh

won’t go

see the sparrow

sitting on the grass

hopping onto the railings

and then over the grey road

to someone’s kitchen window

what I’m trying to say is that

it is better to know this

when the heavy evening

having lost her happiness

comes to you

there quiet in your bed

it lays down in

the dark with you

then you know the meaning

of sorrow

the day changing its clothes

bored

and the stars racing in the sky

having outrun your sleep

your mind

without tears

see how this world drifts

unmoored

and when you wake in the

morning

the sparrow comes and

tells you this

and how easily

the whole thing

becomes a song

just like that

how the planes of joy

crisscross the sky

how the mind once again

comes home

and dances in the air

delighted.

 

– Dominic Alapat

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Quartet

May 21, 2011 at 12:03 pm (Amitava Nag, Poetry)

1.

Like the sleeping buses

In the garage,

I rest my pieces – disoriented,

The freedom is till theSunrise.

2.

‘I am cursed by you and all’,

She pointed her fingers at me – left,

My hand is bound in love,

I have no fingers left to point.

3.

Inside the aquarium

There is a loner,

I was him for long,

Now I changed the side.

4.

Urchins play in the rain-

Naked,

I had been taking everything off

Raindrops shield me, again.

– Amitava Nag

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How Many

May 3, 2011 at 9:29 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 

words

flow

through this stone stream

of paper boats

such magical creatures

of dream

they will never

go from your mind

filling with trees

they are flowers

soft brown sparrows

white buildings

like slate standing

cold and fresh

in the air

they are the songs

the mirrors sing

the O gold of the sun

the skywater blue babies

that will not let

the paper boats drown.

– Dominic Alapat

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