Issue 6 Vol I, December 31, 2005

poetry corner

Charu Jagat

COME EVENING, CARRY ME AWAY

Looking through old picture albums,
mildewed paper,
old perfume,
dried pressed roses now forgotten

now hazilv remembered­

The intensity of spent moments
comes back highlighted silently
across peaceful, sleeping skies.
All Vaguely remembered

Broken autmn leaves at my feet.
A wind blows empty sheets of paper,
a woman in white 'dhoti'
with a red 'pallav' carring fish
to the market.
moments of intensitv
­lightning on grey skies,
dusk softly changing to night,
dusk smells,
all play across shifting surfaces.
Come evening, carry me away.