Private Property by Brett Stout
Love
I flow down and undo the dichotomy
keep hanging and smiling
between the perished and the perennial.
Happiness
Sandwiched between verbs
and predicates
I am the subject at the core of being.
Sleep
My sleep and sleeplessness
play hide-and-seek.
Is someone awake in me?
Waves
After all… time and tide, past and present
wander, tripling water on the new-moon.
The breeze recklessly swings day and night.
Winter
Come winter and my caravan clamours.
A violet river flows
lost in the mist-nets; I chew off time.
~Nandini Sahu
Dr. Nandini Sahu is an Associate Professor of English in IGNOU, New Delhi, India — she is a poet, creative writer and literary critic and is the author/editor of nine books, with over 40 research papers published in India, the United States, the UK and Pakistan. She is the Chief Editor of the bi-annual Interdisciplinary Journal of Literature and Language (IJLL).
