I AM LESS HERE, AND MORE WITH YOU
I AM LESS HERE, AND MORE WITH YOU
I AM LESS HERE, AND MORE WITH YOU
I AM LESS HERE, AND MORE WITH YOU

                                                 
                                                     Snata Basu





poetry, nov 23
HEADER PHOTO: 幻の光
// Milestone Films © 1995







For Alfaed


You come in my dreams, so I sleep a little longer;
then thin wind touches me
and I grow increasingly lonely --
grey grass, won’t you stay two hours for me?
We can do nothing; we can sleep by the blue light
long for the distance that hangs by the rear window;
do a little something to keep each other awake.
You drive your black car for miles and hours,
I lay my head on the edge of the glass
trying to stitch back old wounds together,
these patches of hollow nothing
tar my obscenities.
You look at me and I lose myself;
now I am so incredibly happy, I almost never want to die,
second deaths hang by the noose;
you obliterate all things ugly and burning,
and suddenly my lost memories break loose.
I am less here, and more with you.










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Snata Basu is an emerging poet based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. She is currently pursuing an undergraduate degree in English Literature. Her poetry has appeared in The Opiate Magazine and The Daily Star// instagram


































I AM LESS HERE, AND MORE WITH YOU

Snata Basu



poetry, nov 23
HEADER PHOTO: 幻の光 // Milestone Films © 1995

For Alfaed


You come in my dreams, so I sleep a little longer;
then thin wind touches me
and I grow increasingly lonely --
grey grass, won’t you stay two hours for me?
We can do nothing; we can sleep by the blue light
long for the distance that hangs by the rear window;
do a little something to keep each other awake.
You drive your black car for miles and hours,
I lay my head on the edge of the glass
trying to stitch back old wounds together,
these patches of hollow nothing
tar my obscenities.
You look at me and I lose myself;
now I am so incredibly happy, I almost never want to die,
second deaths hang by the noose;
you obliterate all things ugly and burning,
and suddenly my lost memories break loose.
I am less here, and more with you.





AUTHOR BIO
AUTHOR BIO
AUTHOR BIO
AUTHOR BIO

Snata Basu is an emerging poet based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. She is currently pursuing an undergraduate degree in English Literature. Her poetry has appeared in The Opiate Magazine and The Daily Star. // instagram
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