Poetry of dusk
Pragati Bairagi Ektara
(1)
Marsala
In the midst of the cacophony
you hold your fingers-
share your wine sip
and muted secrets.
lipstick blotches, done & redone
clinks of dinner plates
love bites, hidden in Chantilly lace
messages from far away woods,
bestrewed thousand miles night
like mystic fire flies
in an enduring travel
In the midst of the cacophony
you meet yourself, waiting
on the other side of the table.
(2)
Grey
She breathes better in grey
those black & white garnishing on paper, makes her alive
The wind riffles the pages
She feels the craving
It’s a journey from table to table
Voyage from Poet to poet
She dreams of a never-ending poem
She dreams better in grey…
(3)
Scarlet
Words, she weaved round-the-clock
words from the saddest sob
the electric humming of oozing moments
her mid-night melody,
journey from forsaken to forever…
but the night was cold
entwined threads were gloomy & dark
And,… the falling stars devour the frozen story
(4)
Black
She secures them in her womb,
unclad droplets of melancholy
wrapping in tender sheets of silence…
feeding unspoken truths.
She nurtures, dreams,
vulnerably falls in love,
swims through the runnel of
Fantasy & flame, bliss & blade.
She gives them birth on paper
and whispers ‘Fly, my precious.
You have a legacy to be outrageous.’