By Benjamin Grossman and
Two millennia ago
I would’ve cried Stony tears Like the stoics of legends
For the injustices raging Against shared truth I scream in silence Like a fallen knight
There are no more
Heroic battles On a field of dirt and dust Where men were once raised To die for future honor
We hide behind
Neuro electro defenses Attacking lives Without sounding The trumpet
Am I a departed
Clutching the white flag Crippled by reality Or my own fatal mind?
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting
Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s one of my favorites to read!)
There are days when you’re just too sweet
There are nights when you’re just so sour Still I savor your taste when between my teeth Thank heavens for grapes!
© 2021 Sirishty Thakur
By Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
What is love?
I venture for the search, Hovering above the restrictions, Masquerading feelings, Packing the streets and theaters.
In the shadows of the city lights,
The subtle touch of elation, Tempered by the night’s venom. A parade of tamers lurking to fragment dreams, To seek the hook for their puppet master.
There’s always a cage for joyous affairs,
Some subjugation of our bohemian nights.
But I still reach possessively for the moment, as the pendulum strikes.
Eternity vibrant in your eyes, Unwavering in my faith that love is untamable.
This poem was a collaboration with Sirishty Thakur. Please, do yourself a favor and check out her amazing poetry and photos on her blog: Thought Loop.
© 2021 Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
She puts me on in every season
Regardless of time, place, or location In the rain, the sleet, and the snow Apparently I’m some sturdy husband material
I’m infatuated with the speed at which you spill your ink
Imagine all the ways you guide your pen over a page Fantasize about how you dot your i’s and cross your t’s And now I can’t stop thinking of collaborating