Sunday, January 29, 2006

My dreams by Indira Babbellapati

itinerant dreams
stray any where, any time
wind-swept dreams
lie everywhere in mounds
sometimes they even settle
by the sewage of an unknown landscape
bird dreams peck and flap
powdered dreams alter
into the talcum
sprinkled on the floor
by the little one trying
a make-shift skating rink
damp dreams
cartography of seepage
on the weather-beaten walls 
drizzling dreams spray
fresh breath of life on me
lying tight under the summer blanket

i turn dizzy.

skating nightly dreams
fill the mornings with mocking dreams

under an unseen blanket
i patiently await nightfall

 Postcolonial Text > Vol. 1, No. 2 (2005)

Three Poems


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