"An empty whisky bottle", "stale coffee mugs", and a "blue veil of darkness" become metaphors for solitude in these바카라 웹사이트poems by Srinjay Chakravarti바카라 웹사이트that capture the foggy miasma of loneliness.
'An empty whisky bottle', 'stale coffee mugs', and a 'blue veil of darkness' become metaphors for solitude in these바카라 웹사이트poems that capture the foggy miasma of loneliness.
"An empty whisky bottle", "stale coffee mugs", and a "blue veil of darkness" become metaphors for solitude in these바카라 웹사이트poems by Srinjay Chakravarti바카라 웹사이트that capture the foggy miasma of loneliness.
A white sampan of
a full moon drifts
down the glassy river
with the slow hours,
loaded with a harvest
of pink jasmine.
The breeze is fragrant
with its floral cargo.
A grey wisp
of smoky cloud
shimmers, a transparent
blue veil of darkness
on the clock of the starry sky.
Garlands of glow-worms
festoon the leafless branches
of the frangipani tree.
The nightjar of바카라 웹사이트the jacaranda
tucks its head into the pillow
of its cottonwool sleep.
Only the old widower
lies awake
at his bedroom window,
counting the rosary
of crickets, cicadas
and loneliness.바카라 웹사이트
Halitosis in the foetid exhalation
Of the humming air-conditioner.
The shaving mirror, misted바카라 웹사이트
By a miasma of cigarette smoke.
The room is embargoed
With all the mustiness of time.
The unmade bed
Reeks of loneliness.
An empty whisky bottle,
Stained with puke,
Stands on the oblong glass table.
Stale coffee mugs stand
On the kitchen linoleum,
The arcs and chords
Of their circular stains
The residual geometry
Of morning라이브 바카라 cafeomancy.
Their detritus of predictions
Gathers in spirals and whorls,
Shapes and forms mantic
Of impending misfortune.
A solid glass paperweight,바카라 웹사이트
With its ikebana of meretricious blobs
Of coloured paint and spurious blossoms,
Holds down yesterday라이브 바카라 newspaper,
Rent receipts, and the unpaid invoices.
The night departs into the garden
through the open balcony windows.
Fragrant frangipani,
amorous amaryllis,
jasmine joss-sticks.
Their perfume goes up in smoke:
the tables and chairs evaporate
into fog on the ceiling.
The nude strips the room
of all its furniture.
The lamps shed velvet darkness
instead of light바카라 웹사이트
on the furthest corners.
The flame licks the paint바카라 웹사이트
off the walls,
and their colours bleed into gravity.
The candle snuffs out the wind.
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