#091

end-august, the skies ache.
stories open like butterflies,
flit on my cassette-player
“isn’t this the one i wrote?”
you ask. i am quietly
slipping into a trance,
of apricot afternoons and fields
of gauzy sunshine, slipping
inside-out like honeybees, “that
was our first kiss,”
i mumble. “our first fight,” you say as
time dulls against us,
folding under our thinning skin,
pink iridescence.

©Mohana Das

Linked to D’verse

Advertisements

13 thoughts on “#091

  1. You are just amazingly talented! I think you are the most gifted contemporary poet I’ve ever encountered! You inspire me so much! You write such poems that I love to read and write! You should be world famous! 🙂 Thank you so much for sharing your poems on your blog! It is a gift to us who get to read them! Beautiful beyond words!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s