Shreya Pabbaraju |
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Perturbed
You know nothing
Of papercuts
And the sting
Of rays or mantas,
The sun howling
In the mantle,
Intricate tapestry.
All the gin
All the jinn
Couldn’t save you.
Half a Poem
For you, the sun and then some
The stars in their tango
Daytime waltz, your warmth
Around me
For you, the cappuccino and cream
The brown wonder dissolved
In eyelight capsules,
Rapture here
Fire in the heart glisten more,
Rage like whistle tides
Until penny-night
Rusts over and blues you
*
For you, the sun and then some
The stars in their tango
Daytime waltz, your warmth
Around me
For you, the cappuccino and cream
The brown wonder dissolved
In eyelight capsules,
Rapture here
Fire in the heart glisten more,
Rage like whistle tides
Until penny-night
Rusts over and blues you
*
