Poetry at Sangam



Un by Navkirat Sodhi

Yesterday or day before
Somewhere between sleep and dream
A soul called beauty passed by
Capture me she said 
Free me from eternity 
Make a mortal of me
Like joy like death 
Like your other subjects
Under her spell
I lived each day
Too scared to blink 
Day and night 
We stayed entwined
Making love bizarre
Lost in her
I lost again 
She must have left
When I began to drift 
Away into a dream
When my eyes unclosed
I lay alone
And time lay dead
Next to me