The Missing Poem

There's a nice little Sapphic Ode I co-wrote a few months ago that isn't on here.

It actually featured in the September issue of Kinaara magazine. Kinaara is a literary magazine for South Asian youth. While this may sound very restrictive, you'd be sorely mistaken if you thought that was the case. The sheer range of views and subjects it covers is amazing and a tribute to the vision of the editors. Anyway, I recommend you check out this uber-funky mag at http://kinaaramagazine.org/

How did it end up published in there? Well I co-wrote it with an extremely talented individual - R K Dasgupta. He provided the emotional core to the poem, while I did more of the technical stuff. If you want to see for yourself how talented this guy is, then enjoy his brilliant short film Azure!

Anyway, without more ado, I quote The Missing Poem

A diamond cold and sparkling night
I’m warmly nestled in your arm
And underneath the moon’s soft light
So safe from harm.

I love the bustling energy,
This city, our canalside walk,
The bikes, the trams, to feel so free,
Our tender talk.

A screeching wakes me with a start.
The car brings black where dream had shone.
In shock I try to find my heart
But you are gone.

Can I still smell you on the air?
Can I still taste my salty man?
Can I still feel your silken hair?
I can’t, but can.

Our bodies went their separate ways.
Between our souls a thousand miles.
But pain is further; pleasure stays…
I feel your smiles.

The memories drift back at last.
Our everlasting love revives.
We danced while Time entwined our past
And future lives.

Each moment passed, the end drew near,
The time when we would have to part.
The end, though sad, required no fear:
This end’s a start.