By Nitusmita Saikia
Contributing Author for Spark Igniting Minds
Million stars have slipped out of
The evening,
The adorable sunset in your sky now,
Where dreaming about
the western sky ; the golden plate..!
with lots of food on it,
like a flying saucer in my eyes,
the evening passing by the sea beach,
In the hope of an alms or two...!
Sacrificial ambers in the sacred fire
and so,
A starving stomach amidst the dark clouds,
Like the bright sun in the morning,
Keeps burning untill your evening,
And
at a sea beach,
popcorn will apease your watering mouth,
leaving the salty taste of oceanic sweat.
The eyes of spectators fall like supernova
in the horizon,
In our dusky western sky,
Your eyes; their eyes,
And
the other unknown eyes,
probing our old rags.
Count how many stitches...!
To maintain the distance.
These are some salty tastes,
That please my pride being poor,
A corn seller...!
At the sea beach I anchor my stall,
After a day long sailing,
across the mounds of your multifaceted storeys,
moored at the bottom of sea,
The boats float like,
The sugar cubes of evening beach tea...!
In the collage of the evening,
Like the dreams anchored in the bottom of my eyes,
I hold a little space for me,
And fan the burning ambers to let heat up the full grown corn more
Since I knew
There your taste always lies.
(Featured Image by natureworks from Pixabay)
About the Author
Nitusmita Saika is by profession an instructor in National Cadet Corps, She writes both in English and Assamese. She has been writing poetry for e-magazines like FM online magazine for couple of years.
Her poems have been published in various anthologies under www.realisticpoetry.com and much more.