For the past year I have been working on compiling nearly three years of poetry into a book. As it stands, the book has around 200 poems and should be completed and released in late October. Enjoy this teaser. 

Foreword

Kit’s poetry hails from a storied pedigree. His relation to poetry– a story in and of itself. In searching for himself, Kit found in the writing and reading of poetry, a means of rehabilitation at a moment’s notice– much in the way that one must breathe in, out, and then in again when out of breath:

Between all this talking, 

And dancing, 

Watch how weary my heart grows,

Ripped by great distance, 

My mind laments,

Teased by fantasy.

(Dance, The Seeker II)

Kit’s muse, though at times unruly, was a fruitful one and one that carried him to the far ends of the Earth; past borders, cultures, language, and time itself. As such, his poetry speaks in many tongues, thinks through many minds, and yet, bestows the very truths that only poetry can. 

The poetry presented in the entirety of this collection cannot be neatly confined in any one movement or genre. The pieces touch on poetry’s most ardent and elder themes while dressing in avant-garde structures and mystical extollings. May the Dawns Bring Gold doesn’t simply seek to make the reader privy to what William Wordsworth called “the overflow of powerful feelings,” but rather an active participant carried through spiralling forms, double meanings, and recurring motifs across its sprawling arc. In essence, Kit assumes the role of his own muse and the reader must walk in his footsteps:

You wander,

Old forgotten halls,

Your essence,

Dancing within my skull. 

(Wanderer, The Seeker II)

Poetry is an art that inherently rewards the thoughtful reader. May the Dawns Bring Gold is a poetry collection that vehemently rewards the returning reader. A first reading will pull away the veil; subsequent readings will only bespell the reader into not wishing to leave the world beyond it. The honesty and vulnerability presented in these crafted words and curated collection convey an undeniably strong poetic strength. The fortunate reader will find this as a gift. There is the gift of beauty, courage, and guidance found in the dawn of a new day if one seeks it.

S.N. Mazumder

Toronto, 2026

Preface 

May The Dawns Bring Gold (DBG) is a meta-collection of poetic compilations (written over the span of three years) following an arc of wound to witnessing to faith. 

Organized into eleven distinct chapters (plus a short bonus chapter) DBG is split into two major themes: Security (Virya, The Witness, The Thoughtful, The Content, The Beloved, The Faithful) and Insecurity (The Seeker, The Hare, The Veiled One, The Sallatha, and The Wounded One). 

At the end of each poem, an attribution tag marks the poem’s source collection. Such as (FSAR) for First Steps After Reception, my first poetic project.

Following FSAR is Embers in The Stream (Embers) which was written during a three day solo road trip in April of 2025. Embers was the first collection to conceptualize the organizational principles that would later become DBG’s Secure and Insecure movements. 

Afterwards is Wahim and Dealing With Loss (DWL), which are two collections (written at different times) that deal with intense emotional experiences and their processing. On the other hand, Crossing and Opening The Door (OTD) deal with a more “non-attached” witness-like voice.

DBG is organized in such a way that each chapter (The Seeker…) pulls from several source collections in order to serve the chapter’s individual arc. Lastly, at the end of DBG is The Sangha which is an emerging collection featuring newer relational-oriented poems. Thank you for taking the time to witness my journey. 

The Seeker Teaser 

Limerence 

Do you remember that heated feeling,

Of skin touching skin?

Where time comes to a standstill,

Filled with the beauty of your face. 

I stumble on my words,

Landing in the here and now. 

As if suddenly,

The past and future don’t matter.

Only you.

All my thoughts,

Circle around you.

Choking any hope,

Of retaining your humanity.

You become an idol.

Everything I could be,

Is related to you. 

I cling to this abstraction of you,

I cloak my wounds. 

I cover my face, 

I live in fantasy.

Yet deep down I know, 

This is a delusion. 

(Wahim)

The Hare Teaser 

Icarus

I love them,

So I pull them close. 

Yet I can’t let them love me,

So I push them away. 

Like Icarus,

And the sun.

(Wahim)

The Veiled Teaser 

Moonlight 

Despite the false nature of the moonlight,

I was—

No,

I still am,

Slightly captivated by it.

(FSAR) 

The Sallatha Teaser 

Glass House 

I built my house with glass, 

Windows, doors, and gaps, 

Persist where walls stood, 

Just so I can see her pass.

I would scream 

“validate me” 

My screams would echo, 

You don’t notice. 

From my screams the glass shatters, 

You didn’t even flinch. 

To you, I am out of focus, 

The house falls down, 

You fade away, 

And I 

Am left in pieces. 

(FSAR)

The Wounded One Teaser 

Golden Tears

The Wounded One:

I have been shattered, 

Long enough,

There is one wish I have,

Take these parts,

Integrate them, 

Fuse them with gold,

Let me grow stronger. 

The Witness:

I see you.

The Thoughtful:

I know you.

The Content:

I am you. 

The Beloved:

I am here for you. 

The Faithful:

I hear you. 

The Strength:

This forms you. 

The Wounded One:

I am present,

I am here, 

I am worthy,

I am enough.

Virya Teaser 

The Hawk

I see the hawk,

Perched atop a minaret. 

Slicing the thin cold air, 

Protecting the hide of quiet knowledge. 

In this solemn meeting,

A feeling circles. 

A coldness,

Departs down the spine,

Diffusing into flesh. 

One day, 

It’ll all be okay. 

(Crossing) 

The Witness Teaser 

Dawn 

When I come to die, 

I will return,

To the grounds I once walked.

Comforting silence,

Lacking weight,

Envelopes me.

Reminding me of Dawn,

Where distance cools,

And space becomes infinite. 

Cloaked in silence,

Resting in nothingness,

As light as the number zero.

Breathe in.

Settle down.

This is where stories begin.

(FSAR)

The Thoughtful Teaser 

Memento Mori

End the prayer with praise and memento mori,

For they cannot exist without the other,

And we are interconnected.

(FSAR) 

The Content Teaser 

To Live Is to Die 

The unwise make moments last forever,

In spite of our guaranteed departure. 

The wise find contentment in absence,

For such duality permits happening.

Do not curse your upcoming death,

You were lucky enough to be entwined.

All true beginnings have an end,

And all true ends have a beginning.

(FSAR)

The Beloved Teaser 

The Moon 

Between her ask,

And my response,

I turned to the moon,

And saw luminous things. 

The past, 

The future,

Splitting.

I see myself,

Seeing myself,

I see myself seeming to grasp…

That I can choose,

The direction,

Of these currents.

It will not be easy,

I’ll break a sweat,

Crusading down this path,

Which will make all the difference. 

I look her in the eyes.

I feel my younger self

Trying to pull her in… 

That younger part of me, 

Wants to pull you close,

To forget all this,

To pursue unhealthy things, 

What’s easy,

And immediate.

No,

I will not abandon myself.

The moon breaks the clouds,

I ask for closure,

And the ice collapses. 

(Crossing) 

The Faithful Teaser 

The Parable 

Men!

I wish to open this night, 

With a talk about fine affairs.

My reunion is coming soon, 

And with that, 

My retirement from this worldly occupation.

Now men! 

Don’t cry too much, 

Curfew is still at 0600 sharp!

And for the attuned,

In this crowd, 

I’ll be in your hearts, 

A little to the left.

It’s been an honour to serve you, 

Gather closely now.

Lads,

While living life,

Spilling blood is an unfortunate necessity.

But to share blood–

Wounds, and scars,

That is prophetic. 

(Embers)

The Sangha Teaser 

Note, The Sangha is an additional chapter. 

Held 

We’ve been here for hours,

Sharing tea over our grief.

I know what built you up,

And tore you down.

I open my door,

And let your light in.

I feel the urge to break down.

I ask for permission,

You give it.

You start to turn,

To give me privacy.

I stop you,

I hold open my door,

I ask you,

To hold what I alone cannot.

Between us rests,

Human Awkwardness.

I lay my head against your navel,

Your arm caresses my back.

My arms wrap around your legs,

And your chin rests on my head.

A single tear rolls down my cheek,

All I can hear,

Is the sound of your heartbeat,

And the whispers of a bird,

Filling 1 am’s silence.

(OTD)