Biajy Mohanty Poems

The prone body,
A tangled mass of desire, lay panting
bundled in flesh and betrayal.
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It engulfs you like a mist
Seeping through
To your essence
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Why now?

After all these ages of
Reluctant trudging
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Once
There was a little star
In her splendid isolation
In the abyss of space-time
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I have a secret.

I have kept a bejeweled box in
Someone's memory palace...
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The pot waits on the simmering amber
Night slithers through the fingers of the autumn trees
A dead moon looks down choking
on the toxic emotions.
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Heaven pours molten gold
into earth’s womb.
Men’s ambition whistles away
On the hazy railway bridge
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Waking up is always difficult.
It means leaving the
Comfort of the dark
Blanket.
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