Pradip Saikia Poems

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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