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By
Amit Shankar Saha
The Bermuda Triangle
So we let our thoughts go
and they get lost from this world
into a different dimension.
They gather to build a nest,
where one fine morning
your thought holds a slice of time
and spreads it with love.
My thought says a silence,
our friend’s thought starts with “Mmm”
and your thought cries, “Shut up.”
And then one sultry afternoon
they sit around an old valve set
tuning it to catch a short wave
escaping from a thoughtless world.
The Last Riverine Civilization
A bit of the end escapes
And masquerades as me
Nothing lasts except
What exists within
Swallows of the lost
Riverine civilization
Fly from the gut to the heart
Along the river of feelings
Traverse the body of air
Where you are still breathing
And then one sultry afternoon/ they sit around an old valve set/ tuning it to catch a short wave/ escaping from a thoughtless world. AND Traverse the body of air/ Where you are still breathing ARE MEMORABLE LINES
Thank you very much.