Poems
by Orbindu Ganga

Culacino

 

Circles never joined

the might

 

Leaving the gap to let

the ant pass by

 

Glass emptied the wine filtered the

rest to cast away

 

Winter left the dent for the circle to

cue in the pride.

 

 

 

 

 

Junction

 

Garden dried scorching heat drank

the xylem

 

Water table plummeting

 

Roads drilled diagonally crossing

the amphitheater

 

Let the crowd fight, leave the well

die tomorrow to never see

 

Crossed lines gain nothing to leave

the junction in abyssal plain.

 

 

 

 

 

Blank

 

A tittle of ink never bothered to appraise

the blanket in the blank

 

To blow the flow to run

where the ink carried the heart

 

Tore the page with bleeding

words taking the ride

 

Kissed the blank

A beauty you are.

 

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