Desperate Lies

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An intense soulful poem by Deeya, in Different Truths.

Always

come to me in desolate nights

when I speak

the language of

salt in the sea;

of charcoal madness

of brine in my hair

the distant cry of a seagull on foam

 

Oh! Come on, the years

spilt on your shoulders and breast

of walnut madness

of the pain

etched on my heart

bleeding to the brim of a reluctant eye

 

The whining noon

eavesdrop on the dead shores

of your eyes, it saunters along

the purring lips, the

death of my cat is

moon and madness to me

 

The girl with satin sachets

auburn hair and peanut eyes

swaggering along

speaks the Inca tongue

I see death in her hair

pinned to her nape, moving

on her helpless knees

begging for life

 

A Jacaranda sings on innocence

of nestling birds; its

sturdy branches house

love and myth that walks

the ocean of life.

©Deeya Bhattacharya

Photos from the Internet.

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Born at Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya- a PG in English Literature and a Graduate in Education from the University of Burdwan. Her poems and articles have appeared in several National and International journals, websites, E-zine, besides several anthologies. Member of Poets International, She has read her poetry at quite a few fests. She teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School.