Sunday Poetry Special By Suchetana Biswas

Love, love in my Room

I am deaf —good to listen To the music of nothing My leg's broken Been dancing in the fog Under the starry morning sky In this room, I see you I see you climbing mountain And winning love I see you , I see you Swimming in the ocean Wrapping my lungs with blues With lily scents and lusts Blues in my blood - I am warm. You are swimming I am swimming , my arms broken I am dancing with my guilts Under the starry morning sky. Night and Jupiter Darkness and Sun —My Moon died long back, now I am searching myself in The starless sky Clouds betrayed me Thick books and burdened poetry She is vomiting her diarrhea , Her fever. Making love With a cut-throat Beethoven in her broken piano Thick books and burdened poetry Been drinking art and grease.

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