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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
Dr. Amit Shankar Saha is a faculty member in the Department of English at Seacom Skills University. He is also a researcher, a short story writer and a poet. His short stories and poems have been published in periodicals and books both in India and abroad. He has won prizes at a number of creative writing competitions which include Poiesis Award for Excellence in Literature (Short story 2015), Wordweavers Prize (Poetry-2011, Short story-2014), The Leaky Pot – Stranger than Fiction Prize (2014), Asian Cha – Void Poetry Prize (2014), Reuel Prize for Poetry (Shortlisted-2016). Dr. Amit Shankar Saha is the co-founder and coordinator of Rhythm Divine Poets, a Kolkata-based poets group dedicated to the promotion of poetry. His website is http://sites.google.com/site/amitshankarsaha and he blogs at http://amitss6.blogspot.com.
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And then one sultry afternoon/ they sit around an old valve set/ tuning it to catch a short wave/ escaping from a thoughtless world.
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Traverse the body of air/ Where you are still breathing
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