Dandelions of moonshine have blown in clutster,
Finding you unfading there, I dive into the golden error.
Flashing incubus of thirty springs,
I have been waiting sitting at the shore,
In this survival of eternal summer,
The fancy of fate only flavoured me with fervent flood.
The Progenitor of Demise
And the dormant tune.
And the crazy caper in expansion.
The birth of my corpse existence,
Emerges always in the umbrage,
Of such golden vortex.
The Coffin Street
Permuting his artistry
A mythic potter erects my sepulcher,
Olive green with hues of silvery golden.
Darkness starts flaming over the horizon,
A sylvan fay walks towards the mountain,
Plaits of her hair contain
Unreckoned chase,now in extinction.
I am nothing but a redolent skeleton,
Floating in haem of those embryonic rapine,
Who looks upon and finds
You in fraction,
A night, mysterious yet livelong;
Beaten by the morn.
Pias Majid is a poet and writer.
Sonali Chakraborty is a poet and translator from West Bengal, India.