by Nayanika Dey
I often lose myself
Amidst webs
Of weens and oneirisms.
I've built there
A diminutive colossus,
Of my little big imaginations.
There, even the driest martini
Moistens my parched saliva,
And soothes my soul.
And the sounds of silence deafens
The chaos within,
Which otherwise makes my heart thole.
Uncontested race with,
Unknown identities and,
Known strangers becomes easy to win.
With noticeable absence,
And quiet presence,
Of childish reluctance makes no sin.
There, cremated births,
Living dead and suicide victims
Are found missing.
For oneirism it is,
Where life can go on even,
With a small honey wrapped kissing.
~Nayanika Dey
©1942016
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Nayanika Dey is an Indian poetess, born on October 29, 1993 in Durgapur, West Bengal, India. She is a Naji Naaman Literary Laureate 2017, with the honorary title of member of Maison Naaman pour la Culture and also "Wordsmith Writer". Her poems are published in a number of national and international journals and anthologies. Some of them are, The Criterion: An International Journal In English, Galaxy: Multidisciplinary Research Journal, in an American journal, Feathers, Oh My Sweetest Love- A Timeless Treasure, Let The Pen Speak For PEACE: A Poetry for Peace, IMMAGINE & POESIA” 2017, Italy, The Peace Anthology – People against Genocide: Stop Chemical War in Syria, Pilgrims Of Peace, Our Poetry Archive, Symphony of Peace, Rock Pebbles.
Last updated June 25, 2017