Mahogany lies...

As I lay my head

On this carcass of mahogany,

Amidst dimly lit stars,

Make a wish,

That I’d never be found,

 

Life hovering around the apostrophes,

The sound of cracks growing on your smile,

Pictures, emptiness, inbreeding of nostalgia,

Paper cups, lead wires and gramophones,

Trade winds caressing by…

 

Years, penetration, time and broken hearts,

In soliloquy of Freudian desires

Fighting a recalcitrant heart,

Her name’s armour for her lips,

My crimes etched on her,

 

Murmurs, half a word, lost sentences,

Trying to pocket an ounce of sunlight,

Ruby lies… through her eyes,

Makes a wish,

Her heart denies,

That she’d never be found,

Amidst the vagabond stars,

As she melts away,

Over the mahogany… breathing to life.

 

"bhabnar bilashita thakuk bhabonatei, alo adhare mishe geche jibon, pashe ache sobai, tao keu nei" 

Author's Note

ignore the typos...

Reviews

[Jonhoi Vaughn]

Simplicity and complexity exist on either side of a very thin line. When I read this poem I found myself questioning motives and implicit desires of our very actions and words. Its not often that I read someone this subtle with expressing difficult emotions in such an ethereal way.

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:: onek shundor kobita, kobi-moshai... very haunting and captivating work... there's a beautiful sense of the universe living and re-living its existence in your verse... that's what "she" is to me... everything from stars to mahogany...