Tag Archives: Amit Parmessur

A Smoky Night

Smoking is my way to make that unfaithful kiss with smoke on her lips last. Standing with loneliness as free friend on the vague verandah, with valiant moths flying the uneventful brilliance of the night, I let the smoke make … Continue reading

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Metamorphosis

You are a svelte flowery paper. I was an empty inkpot. I spilled on you. I am now a dumb word—you. You are the gilded tamis of love. I was mud from people’s boots. I came across you. I am … Continue reading

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Cruel Summer

My tongue howls only for sorbet. I dream of wine and frozen strawberry lovingly, and without your go-ahead. I want another firefly dance in cigarette smoke, reawakening my heart’s fire near the dead fireplace. Our pregnant dog ogles at me … Continue reading

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Guitarra Señorita

Your hair is so intoxicated in inspiration that it has fallen all over your left eye. I can see the golden guitar in your face; I can see your fantastic face in the guitar. There are so many mad musical … Continue reading

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Mélisande

Your sunglasses tucked in your wavy hair, your gracious elbows resting on the table, you look almost like a modern Mona Lisa, except that your smile is more charming. The river of beauty flows in you. Behold! Behind you the … Continue reading

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The Kitchen of Life

Cooking chips cruelly in the hot oil. The clock ticking continuously Bringing sunset even closer. The beetroot boiling in pain In the pressure cooker. Dead drops of water All over the stained sink. Life is a kitchen with a leaden … Continue reading

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Why Will Remain Why

Why will remain why Why         we are temporary permanence a year surfeited with seasons Why         an elephant on paper legs a mountain resembling an abyss Why         an egg without yolk a nightingale without a sweet gale Eaten by the fangless … Continue reading

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