To the Origin of a Free Poem I don't know how I can climb these steps Perhaps I'll never think of anything These steps lead to a free poem The large mossy steps to her smile And make it my poems, Long thought-out ways How shall I begin with her? I shall hold pains mounting to joy towards her With our morning milk white looks, thoughts deep. I shall turn the cloud Into intelligible forms The stones shall hear my rhymes. This long night settles On my heartbeats, lines Into her ears, a leaf falls on me. Swinging Back in Free Thoughts While swinging with pleasure we converse late into the borders. Words pour on to blank pages with irrepressible urges, free leaves When turbulence brews in the sky you go down the river take along a little of me with you, and remember very well to leave a bit of you, yours on the promise to meet again and find each other soon. Freedom Safari On this bird cooing morning The sun rays on the books I am reading these days Lighting up all words, emotions and charm Calling it good morning. Repeating the name. My nation is my name, a timely cooked cuisine A morning bird, a debut collection of promise Where clouds court in joy, raining the light. Another beautiful day Thoughts never arrive late here What a lovely feeling it is to be free Sitting, reading and returning to my unsaid words for you.
Jaydeep Sarangi, dubbed as ‘bard on the banks of Dulung’, is a widely anthologized and reviewed bilingual poet with eight collections in English latest being Heart Raining the Light (2020) released in Rome. Sarangi has read his poems in different shores of the globe. He is on the editorial boards of different journals featuring poetry and articles on poetry like Mascara Literary Review, Transnational Literature, (Australia), Teesta, WEC(India).
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