by Naru Dames Sundar | Sep 9, 2017 | Poetry
Cup of Tea Naru Dames Sundar A cup of tea lies in a treacherous cleft of quiet neutrality, Oxford china perched in the hands of the lapel-starred general, Sitting on dust clotted wicker in the veranda (not his veranda) Of her house. Her — bone weary, trembling, hidden...
by Naru Dames Sundar | Jun 8, 2016 | Poetry
Moirae Naru Dames Sundar I. Atropos, in the ink-stained night, Shears forged from time-foam Buried in the light cone’s shadow. Lachesis, counting star-seeds, Trapped in bound infinity, Unspooling the sea of aeons. Clothos, all-mother, weaving, And from the loom,...
