Jayeeta Bhattacharya
Jayeeta Bhattacharya
Reading from Shabder Shishir
Thursday, 6 April 2017
Friday, 31 March 2017
The Rollercoaster
Tears roll across the face
A face full of innocence,
A maiden desire beaming
In her eyes, a Preface towards
The journey of unrequited Love.
The train is running
Slaughtering through the night
The guard keeps awake,
Shivering in solitude
While others are far asleep,
Dreaming fancy follies
As many as the strains
Fall apart on the lone poor soul.
The pastures move, the grey
sky falls, of miseries, many,
The owls and rats seek
Own harnesses in vain.
The planet runs fatigued
Towards a new red sun.
Again and again and again....
A face full of innocence,
A maiden desire beaming
In her eyes, a Preface towards
The journey of unrequited Love.
The train is running
Slaughtering through the night
The guard keeps awake,
Shivering in solitude
While others are far asleep,
Dreaming fancy follies
As many as the strains
Fall apart on the lone poor soul.
The pastures move, the grey
sky falls, of miseries, many,
The owls and rats seek
Own harnesses in vain.
The planet runs fatigued
Towards a new red sun.
Again and again and again....
Hijab
Faces are flying in the air
Fragrance
Some unknown faces stealing relations
Alas, some uncanny fanaticism
The procession of mummies
Approaches,
Covered in hijabs to save their flesh.
They are destitute doing their tasks
With their guns, they banish liberty
The faces known not as innocent as they seemed
Scarcity wins ultimate blessings !
There are unknown flowers too
The petals kissing the bees...
As the pollen fly with dragon wings
To yet another planet in vain.
Bloodless, immortal faith, ignorant souls.
Breathing the last breath
No, not if with their hijab
human souls are killed.
The beauty of moon and cotton clouds
Tried to tell the fake
Tales of life
The thorn remains on the stems
Singing in our hearts.
Fragrance
Some unknown faces stealing relations
Alas, some uncanny fanaticism
The procession of mummies
Approaches,
Covered in hijabs to save their flesh.
They are destitute doing their tasks
With their guns, they banish liberty
The faces known not as innocent as they seemed
Scarcity wins ultimate blessings !
There are unknown flowers too
The petals kissing the bees...
As the pollen fly with dragon wings
To yet another planet in vain.
Bloodless, immortal faith, ignorant souls.
Breathing the last breath
No, not if with their hijab
human souls are killed.
The beauty of moon and cotton clouds
Tried to tell the fake
Tales of life
The thorn remains on the stems
Singing in our hearts.
Thursday, 30 March 2017
Death
It was as though with me
I loved it cool, Oh death !
Love to trail in the darkness
The smell of medicines, near ;
The bip bip bip won't stop
I jolly love the game.
Death was with me in my veins
I tread on the path of life.
Your lips, blue with venom
I kissed and wished you in bed
The leaves, old as ages
Smiled green at the beggar
Winds....
The moon been a whore
So long as poets raped it's flavour
The monitors and salines
All alcoholic
The call of death
I enjoyed so much---
In the afternoon mellows---
Sitting together
With mugs of coffee,
From death-bed
Flying towards life.
I loved it cool, Oh death !
Love to trail in the darkness
The smell of medicines, near ;
The bip bip bip won't stop
I jolly love the game.
Death was with me in my veins
I tread on the path of life.
Your lips, blue with venom
I kissed and wished you in bed
The leaves, old as ages
Smiled green at the beggar
Winds....
The moon been a whore
So long as poets raped it's flavour
The monitors and salines
All alcoholic
The call of death
I enjoyed so much---
In the afternoon mellows---
Sitting together
With mugs of coffee,
From death-bed
Flying towards life.
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