Immersive

We fall silent
thin layers of air between us
alter the intensity.

the shape and colour
of the evening clouds
immersive,
I can’t fathom,

use the metaphor,
I count stars in random digits.

my hands are empty
put my heads on your hand
stay alive-

the yellow scarf,
the tilt of your head,
in your hair, the brown pin

frozen up in my retina.

imagine a world elsewhere
full of perplexity
less often
I don’t know myself.

I can only read love in your eyes
Light up like earthen lamps

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About gopallahiri

Gopal Lahiri, a bilingual poet from India, has been writing poetry for more than twenty years. He has had five poetry collections in Bengali (mother tongue) and five collections in English. His poems appeared in print and electronic publications worldwide. He is a regular contributor of poems in several poetry web sites and magazines.

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