Right from my Heart

I shall be telling this with a sigh
If suddenly you forget me
I go from loving to not loving you
You know how this is:
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
If you sit down at set of sun
Watch behind the curtains
White heat.
A green river
Sweet evenings come and go, love,
The time will come
Where there ain’t been no light
The stars in heaven will shine:
But O heart! heart! heart!
Night, sleep, death and the stars
Everything carries me to you

Archana Kapoor Nagpal, 2017

Remixed poems:
Love After Love, by Derek Walcott
Midsummer, Tobago, by Derek Walcott
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You, by Pablo
Count That Day Lost, by George Eliot
Sweet Endings Come And Go, Love, by George Eliot
The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost
If You Forget Me, by Pablo Neruda
A Clear Midnight, by Walt Whitman
O Captain! My Captain!, by Walt Whitman
Dreams, by Langston Hughes
Men, by Maya Angelou


Let’s do this right.
I had everything I ever wanted,
but nothing I really needed.
This beautiful mess is best ended without notification.

I had everything I ever wanted.
Nothing is a masterpiece.
This beautiful mess is best ended without notification.
Enough! Enough! Enough!

Nothing is a masterpiece.
I guess what you mean.
Enough! Enough! Enough!
Empty signifiers.

I guess what you mean.
But nothing I really need.
Empty signifiers.
Let’s do this right.

Shloka Shankar, 2016

Remixed works:

Quotes from films: The Romantics, One Fine Day, Leap Year
Provisional Language, by Kenneth Goldsmith
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman


I stood isolated,
u     n     r     e     e     l     i     n     g
in the summer of your love;

lost my will and reason,
tongue stuck in my jaw –
a mind with all its lights
put out. I have lived

like a foot, standing
and fallen. Vaguely,

life leaks away in my arms.
I hold your crooked heart,
lifeless in appearance, only
half-meaning to awaken.

Shloka Shankar, 2015

Remixed works:
The Old Playhouse, by Kamala Das
Daddy, by Sylvia Plath
Spring and All, by William Carlos Williams
Conversation, by Elizabeth Bishop
A Noiseless Patient Spider, by Walt Whitman
As I Walked Out One Evening, by W. H. Auden