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Night Threads

written by: Sneha Subramanian Kanta

 

the dark purple toned night
distilled into black while a
castaway star leaped over

to fall over the earth's crust.
human beings, they notice
nothing except that nothing

that is made up to be their life.
there was fire before morning
randomness became deep yellow

and no one remembered the
fallen star. the star had stationed
on a moss bed; into arrays of

dust figments, that shone in the
noonday sun while the streets
were empty. there was reality

that was a dream, the dream
pipes of music played every
night; while everybody fell asleep.

Sneha Subramanian Kanta

Sneha Subramanian Kanta

Found in folds of crepe textured history, Sneha Subramanian Kanta finds resonance with the avant-garde and dispossessed. She is a GREAT scholarship awardee and pursuing her second postgraduate degree in England. Her award winning poem 'At Dusk with the Gods' won the Alfaaz (Kalaage) prize. Her work is forthcoming in Dialog Journal, Brickplight, W.I.S.H. Press and Dying Dahlia Review. She has also been featured in international literary anthologies such as The Dance of the Peacock (Hidden Brook Press, Canada) and Peacock Journal's first print anthology published by Little Red Tree Publishing and elsewhere.
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