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Sunanda Pati Jun 2014
I see you
A man wrought with tears of glass
Walking fraught with judgments fast
And a heart that secretly overflows

I see you
A woman scorned by ditsy destiny
Wrangling towards her own entity
And a heart that cries in the shadows

I see you
A child troubled by pleasured flights
Of fantasies, parental pain, unsteady sighs
And a heart that reigns in blows

I see you
All of you
Like I see me in the dark of doubt
Hours going on a jaunt with clouds
Streaming through
Like flocks of crows

I will see you
All of you
In pictures daintily kept
Swimming in boxes of crazy unkempt
Until thoughts take off
With this mind windswept
FASTEN your hair with a golden pin,
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:
It worked at them, day out, day in,
Building a sorrowful loveliness
Out of the battles of old times.
You need but lift a pearl-pale hand,
And bind up your long hair and sigh;
And all men's hearts must burn and beat;
And candle-like foam on the dim sand,
And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky,
Live but to light your passing feet.
Sunanda Pati Jun 2014
You came to call me
A
jumble
of
feathers
Crashed into my sleep
Like
a
dream
too
terrible
You didn't say your name
But
why
would
you
Your silhouette moved
And
I
picked
up
the
axe
Whispers from another mother
There
is
only
a
bowl
to fill
Only too much blood on my hands
Sunanda Pati Jun 2014
splayed legs
on the edge of the bed
beaten and waxed
like some cake to be eaten

tied hands
fighting loose strands of black
blown into my face
by some cosmic faraway fan

sliced stomach
dripping of chaste promises
once made on the altar
ones that overstayed

chopped head
dancing in its place
ruining every grace
that this body has on offer

all of me
in so much glee
simply looking at the lie box
with letters from ghosts
love notes from bots
heavy with my reddest thoughts

why stare
like you have owls for eyes
blinking at wood
holding the kind of despair
your being cries
from years in the crust

why stop
with the chiming clock
guilty as you are
shoot those haloed words
and call me a liar
it's your chance to dare

— The End —