© 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
Came home and the windows were smashed
The place empty, all my belongings taken And then you walked in next And I remembered: I still had everything
I can’t translate you into a poem
Your radiance is dulled in words
Every night I lie in bed
Thinking of my last poem It still has no words But I know it’s about you.
My spiritual animal
Must be the hawk Every time I leave your hand I come right back
Whether it’s sunny or not
When you’re around There’s sure to be light
Not the avalanche of twilight
Nor the moonbeam mist Or the rain-wrapped clouds above
But a poetic movement
A mythical magical dream A first and only
Some high and higher
Some better and best Some always and never
Your love has no lows
No descents, no plateaus No warnings, no dangers
That should be said another way
(Or in endless ways, really) So let’s try it again
Your love has no phases
No halves, no slivers, no waning It’s just full, complete, swoony … like when the sky supports the whole of the moon
don’t want the money
of the richest man
of the handsomest actor
the heart of
the Dalai Lama
nor the connections
of the Pope
only want what I have
since I’m the only one who has YOU.