Poetry Blog by Daipayan Nair
has some secrets.
It is still burning
in spite of
its deep burns.
it has received
It confuses us
Thursday 22nd December 2016 4:46 pm
Tell me woman, who is more honest:
The face who smiles, with bright murderers standing in lines,
covertly grinning, 'love exists, but in ways',
the face who cannot smile, even if it's smiling
as his beautiful eyes, now grown up flames, increasing their shape
in a strong kiss that bends two forests,
the face who lives through a fair winter
and claims, it hasn't cried
and the banks whe...
Thursday 15th December 2016 12:14 pm
I am nauseating from the coal biscuit bites of a hundred ashen hearts
I can't suck in the smell of death now, as I once sucked your damp petals
I shoo away some white rats into the black gutter everyday
I am failing today, failing miserably in my success of finding
the teenage girl's dawn in an old man's bench
I usually flicker out before bed time in my neighborhood, and
I escape as the las...
Tuesday 6th December 2016 4:00 am
Let me write you there where my poems fail,
where endings are new beginnings.
Two aging strand ends, two baby lip ends,
two porous tongue ends, two bone finger ends
in line after lines, repeating,
'successive matings, successive deaths is also a line'.
Let me call you there where my being searches for its lost,
where hollowness continues as a road.
An extended yet temporary ki...
Tuesday 29th November 2016 5:47 pm