The Lighter House - Jyothsna Phanija

Counting the matchsticks for each day,
Was burnt consuming the fume, melted in magical memories,
Red, yellow, orange, death and love,
Each day a new sprout,
Dying in the fall,
Building castles with matchboxes,
With the fume,
With   sailing light,
With the noise of the wind,
A papery  nest  perhaps in a faraway  civilization,
In somewhere hidden,
In some other  microcosm,
Will live like two rotten mangoes
Of summer in hands,
Living in the time of a mystic poet,
Fixing tamarind seeds,
Blades on fingers,
Rustic grass,
From colder to cold,
To stare at  the disappearance of matchsticks.
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Jyothsna Phanija is a PhD research scholar in English from India. Her poetry has appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Tajmahal Review, Kritya, Coldnoon and others.