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Poetry by Sneha Subramanian Kanta

sea-at-night
 
the seagull yawned
at the white, full moon
        i stayed in your arms
        for every moments grain:
at two o'clock, waves of
clouds begun to slowly
        place a cover over trees
        autumn was close: you
were kissed beneath tides
of shadows which grew
        paler with night, deeper
        distilled in our mingled breaths.
the naked abstraction of
stars rode over my dreams
        and leaped over into
        continents of songs: in
winds northwesterly.
where we once sung
and danced among ruins
        the beige sand carried
        in processes of weathering;
over rocks it gnawed: above
calves of slant hills,
        still you and i lay
        among the wild waters
pebbles and dark barley wet sand
for company, to recite
        touches with fervent practice,
        and flash upon moonlit patches
where your hand swallowed
my grasp to beyond
        compression of speech,
        phases and rhetoric: in
that place we dwell
over the height of tears
        to die and intermingle
        as one reflection of
life's dance.

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Sneha Subramanian Kanta is a GREAT scholarship awardee and reads for a second postgraduate degree in literature in England. Her poem 'At Dusk With the Gods' won the Alfaaz (Kalaage) prize. She is co-founder of Parentheses Journal, a collaborative venture that straddles hybrid genres across coasts and climes. She is also the poetry editor for Counterclock. Her work is forthcoming in indefinite space, Calamus Journal, Rumble Fish Quarterly and elsewhere. 
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