October 3

October 3

Something is changed
Suddenly
In the Spring’s air
I feel the smell of
Cold waters…

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Sullen muse

Sullen muse

O’ my sullen muse!,
Just for one dreadful night,
Can you be loyal with me?
Be not harsh,
And pour me the drops of benevolence,
For one last time;
And let me indite the-
Horatian Ode of the Epoch,
For my beloved-
Digging pits in my heart,
With the sharp dagger of apathy;
Before I sacrifice my soul
At the mystic altar of humanity,
In the garden of Demeter!

Copyright © Barsha Kumar

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Consuming myself

Consuming myself

And now I consume myself,
Because it now only
Mimics the filthy past;
Drinks from the river of pain,
To become the sea of pain;
Open its arm wide,
To embrace grief;
Veil itself with darkness,
To slumber in silence;
Hums the hymn of life,
To deter death,
When they are the twin soul,
Merging into each other;
Wants to stand naked in the winds,
To get fondled with hopes-
That have been buried
Long ago beneath the white snow,
In the mountain top,
To shower
Dreams of eternity,
To the meek hearts;
Dancing in the rhythm
Of sorrow,
To sail through
Today,
To tomorrow,
To meet the shadow,
That walks with the spirit
Of soul,
For the sake of love;
To lie in rest,
With the moaning dust,
Beneath the earth!

 

Copyright © Barsha Kumar

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