Treasure Island

Jaya Varma

(05-03-1985 / Faizabad)

The Camphor In Your Anger


Your anger
A camphor
It burns
Fragrance
With smoke
It eloped
Residue
In you
If any
Symphony
Someday
You play
A new temper
A fresh camphor
And mesmerize
Fire flies
Its calm
Yet warm
The aroma
For samonna
You flame
To not blame
But drape
In the crape
And say
Shall we play
I fire
Your desire
In the thirst
Unrehearsed
You provoke
To get choked
I resist
The masochist
And denied
To ride
Silvery
Envy
As it burns
Never returns
Unlike camphor
Doesn't pamper
For it soaks
And revokes
That bled
Unsaid
Amid all this
I distinguish
That's on fire
In your satire
The camphor
Of your anger
Or the flesh
Nothing less
The aroma
For samonna
Will say
Someday
What you play
All the way......

Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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