Poornima Laxmeshwar \ Spring 2015

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Disjunction

Dear love, 
As you slog
Spinning the days and nights
In the other country
Putting two and two together
To buy us home, some gold
So that we can live
The residue of our lives in peace
 
I sit talking to the moon
Thinking that he is the mediator
A conveyor of pressed dreams

The night passes
As it has to
The morning appears
With a practical sun
Penetrating my soft eyes
The tears that you could not shed

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Poornima Laxmeshwar resides in the garden city Bangalore and works as a content writer for a living. Her poems have appeared in Kritya, MuseIndia, Writers Asylum, The Aerogram, Stockholm Literary Review, and are forthcoming in Northeast Review and Brown Critique. Her haiku have found space in several magazines.