Three Poems by Sharmila Ray

Calligraphy                  

Your hands stretched

burgundy night.

Your fingers entwined

platinum stars.

Hills of dreamtime

helix of cobalt and translucent green…

Manuscript that unfolds you,

sheath that undresses you,

are calligraphy of my eyes

born tonight

on a shore distant.

Imagined Language  

Your imagined language psalm dipped

carries autumn light, blows over my balcony,

changes into a bird and sits there.

The bird pelts me with questions

about crumbled cities

slanting heart-scapes

locked doors

fissured rocks

empty wine bottles…

Riding through queries,

journeying a surreal landscape,

gathering shadows of oxymoron and riddle,

I land in the present.

My balcony-interior extended is empty.

The bird is nowhere.

Only spaces immense

left to be dreamed of, tasted and

filled with more questions.

Reminders 

Wood shavings

remind me of a new home.

Vanilla coffee

our time together.

Raleigh bicycle

an era gone too soon.

Hand written letters

an analogue childhood.

Myopic angers

a waste of time.

Basilica door

hope awaiting.

Daybreak

an anthem, a new beginning.