Today, dreams look incredibly faded,
I don’t understand why they are rife with holes.
the old form keeps changing, transforming,
the books of lullabies are folded away.
Every day, emails arrive with wounds,
this game of cops and robbers isn’t easy,
but I can no longer make my dreams happy
they’re tinged with the vermillion of dusk.
Perhaps dreams now want a long break.
They’re tired of building their fantasy world,
this unbridled wandering no longer appeals.
All around me are rows of empty dreams.
The face of dreams is like layers of white stone
there are whispers, a sharp sting at the corner of the eye
tears well up, rolling down in small drops,
I’ll have to rethink dreams all over again.
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Gopal Lahiri
@gopallahiri
Picture Nick Victor
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Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator with 32 books published, including eight solo/jointly edited books. His poetry and prose are published across more than one hundred journals and anthologies globally His poems are translated in 18 languages and published in 19 countries. He has been nominated for Pushcart Prize for poetry in 2021.
His ‘Selected Poems’ was published recently.