Poems by Arkava Das

Loneliness

a poem by

Arkava Das

I stand in the shade of my room
and watch the ants
foraging for food.
I think of what’s past
and what’s gone for good.
Even as I pray
blood flows
that turns artistic
painting dreaded pictures of me.
Thoughts that fester
to give in to greed
reap your fleshly solitude
and all its needs.
In slumber loneliness flies in
its fingers running through my hair.
Jealously guarding its prize
fool’s gold, that’ll disappear

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Moonlight-thief

a poem by

Arkava Das

Can’t let the moonlight know in the dark
when there’s wind in your heart
that you know,
that you know
the joke-
can’t let the moonlight be in the dark,
when there’s so much rain in your heart,
can’t let the moonlight know you can fight it-
its gonna get to your heart.

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Animals

a poem by

Arkava Das

The archipelago
Sinks into the streets
As a coral reef comes bursting through
In a car full of merrymakers
Home from a seaside trip.
Pieces of coral reefs
Find new homes
New decorations
Dripping sick with salt
Wet from the sea
A lone Javan rhino finds a clump of new grass
To lean over on-
A well placed shot
And there’s death
parched with swollen thirst
at the crack of dawn.
The chinchilla damped in the snow-
shredded light moves across the terrain.
Soon enough, the cold boulders
grazing its trembling coat
will be replaced by clothes,
Glistening sidewalks and shops
shagging it out miserably
with electricity in miserable rains.
“Martha”-died on first Sept. 1914
In Cincinnati Zoo, USA.
The last passenger-
pigeon,
she died with no last note tied to her neck.
I look at the full moon
encasing me
in an eerie ivory
of remembrance.
And I know, what
being extinct means.
Often it means
being in a world
where animals are loved
for how much they means to us
and not for the joy of life.
Ungainly and dear to all-
Animals and humans alike.

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Fish and the history of humanity

a poem by

Arkava Das

The fishes cry out like long spears
With ages enough to wither many moons
Our ancestors carved them with their hands
They did not carve the fish
They held it though
As all life starting from the dark
The hunting of the moons
Gave rise to the jaw of the sea
Beneath our heads
Our joining hands signified nothing
We already had bones joined
Into massiveness.

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Snakes Scratch

a poem by

Arkava Das

Snakes scratch,
no bites.
Scratch sands.
The future follows the scratches.
The sun and moon are projected
on the same scratch suggestively.
The amlaki branch combs
the designs of the branches.
The future is being created.

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