ADITHYA PATIL - POEMS

Adithya Patil (adi) is a student based in Bangalore, India. As a budding poet, his work has appeared in 'Literary Yard' and 'The Drabble'.

Weaning 
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Afternoon wakes me
by the hand.
 
Listen, another sound
of fading siren-
I've heard ambulances
more than I've seen
 
What is sleep?
Someone is asking
a faceless voice
from closed eyes' void.
Who has painted you?
I'm asking
 
the wall,
puckered doll.
Sweet salt
on my lips,
palm cupping
my own breasts.
 
I'm mumbling five
names of God
His names are God
I'm mumbling God-
Taste like dry
Pillow cover. 

LIGHT DARK LIGHT DARK LIGHT DARK
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​Curtains flapping
Like a flock
Of albino pigeons
(I tried to fuck one once)
 
Why is the air chilly
Burning my skin
With cold?
 
Pain! Ah! Pain!
 
Wheres the saint
Who wears his halo
Like a noose? Bring him!
 
A door thuds out
A woman shouts
 
a name, my name?
 
Here:
hear the ambulance again.
 
But Ma,
why isn't it fading away?
 
 

Dream Song
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​Swirling staircase I now descend
Repeating curves that never end,
Railing whose radiance recedes slowly.
I'm not alone, shadows embrace me wholly.
 
Iffy I stand and blindly peer
Infinite stairs darkly disappear.
I am an earthworm or perhaps Ms.Keller
"Helen!" calls out the past or past dweller.
 
It must have been a dream for I did awake
in another. Oh! How dreams never forsake!
 
Swirling staircase I now ascend
Repeating curves that never end.
Here is song, from painted wrinkled lips:
Old Lisa's 'Poetry of death and lonely trips'
 
Forgive me Love, I have sinned.
You're dead, your nips I skinned.
On you I step another stair.
 
Swirling staircase I think you end.