Poems by Sarjatha

Sarjatha | July 25th, 2023 | poetry | No Comments

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Who met my lips, for which I am writing today
wet, inert and inked in blood
A pair of upper and lower flesh
Untold, doomed love affair between the two.

Who met my lips, for which I am writing today
Nothing but the warmth of a whole heart
Bleeding to lose burden, through long hours,
to refill feathers, of an owl, for sleepless evenfall.

Who met my lips, for which I am writing today
Gaudy shades or naked swatches
of true colors yielded lesion,
faded yet frightened, along the way.

– ecLIPse

I feel for your breath
I feel for you, in my ears,
the notes of agony
longing, to lax, to love more.

I see a subway, of movers
Of love, lust, lord and pain.
Still, I feel for your breath
Beseeching, to death and back.

To lessen the freedom
Until You turn a slave
For better living, for better breath
I feel your breath.
-To better

This is a story, with a rhyme
a tale of wine
more of mine,
my mind, coz I am a bearer of time.

This is an untold line
full of rain
penning my mind,
my skin, coz I am a bearer of clouds
– The Untold

Poet Bio

A journalist in Dubai

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