Pradip Saikia

That hides away in my cotton pockets
Sucking blood of emptiness
In whose eight wonderful legs golden anklets tinkle
In whose twinkling of diamond-like eyes
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My prehistoric godown
Is filled with
Innumerable sculptures
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You can click photographs of
A foggy forest
Chilly whimpers
You can click photographs of
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Who is he
At the gate of the fortress
With a shattered heart
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Where was I going
Riding a two-wheeled chariot
Through a green tunnel
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The rainbow doesn't enter through the prism anymore
The river doesn't surge down rinsing the snow

Your speechless unstirring face
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You are a woman picking fossils in the darkness

In your heart
Shadow of the ruins
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I'm pushing you along
O two wheeler
The corpse of my father
From the last one of all my previous births
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When I come out
To the summer verandah
Through a window cut out in light
He coils up like a snake
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At what fathom of depth of my sleep
Have you sprouted
Is the mist enveloping there
In the shadows of thegateways
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After many seasons
In the mirror of water
There is rainbow
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Do you recognise me
I am the doll
The stillness of the rock
Charred dreams
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A flaming light
Dancing
At the hub of the night
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Six hungry boys were weeping under a column of fire
In Rajabazar
Swords sucked our blood piercing our neck
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Are you there
Are you

Inside the house
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Even after chasing ten horizons
You have not found yourself
The sunshine on your face
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The shining sun is
On the other side of memory
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To meet the mortal remains
A limping fragrant tree
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For the last time
In the whirlpool of smoke
A scream
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Leaving an antique rupee coin in the coffer
Mother went away
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