Poetry

By Tanushree Kar The pearl dropped on the creme page Ink stained my fingertips. I forced the thoughts out of my head But they rooted deep in my soul's grief. I am a writer, my words are meant to create. But my harp refuses to weave music My rhythm posed a denial to oscillate. Frustration crept in like a sin I tore pages like a maniac Burnt them to cinders of amber. The fragments of my lost poetry still stayed Inadequacy stabbed like a dagger. I didn't know what to feel Cause

By Tanushree Kar That's the carcass of a dead pigeon Lying below the yellow autumn tree Not a person passing by sees it Nor they care to set the dying soul free Was there any significance of his life? Or did he bring any change to a being? Was he a success or a failure? Or did he die being strangled in the strings? Nonetheless we'd never know Except the nest that still lays there Was it the pigeon who built it? Or was it a fellow Mayflair? The little scarlet pierced the sky B

By Tanushree Kar I am a child, carved out of flesh and bones Arteries which pulsate along with veins, And shards of a broken soul. I once had innocence which was robbed of me Not by lust or greed but by humanity. I was not humane enough, to feed the dogs on the streets I was not humane enough, to give the old man a warm sheet I was not humane enough, to cure the ones who were in pain I was not humane enough, to shelter the birds from the rain. I am a human but I carry no hu

By Sini Jose Token number 2 At counter number 2 !! Neat mapping. No dirty dilemma, No sense of loss, On Roads taken Or on Roads not taken So smooth a switching Just like the easy shift between Two Radio stations Or TV programmes. Taken road for Mundane Trip Not- taken road for Detours One in Two To the Two-in-One...! Taken Road Fully mapped Clear sign boards Seats fully reseved. No wandering commuters. Daytime journeys. Guarded territories Ringed Testimonies Parlia

By Sini Jose Acid rain Is always A good option. A purifier par excellence. As you see A good shower Will clean any deep forest Into a neatly burnt-desert. Acid rains can leave Pointed burns Exactly at the middle spot In the very center where the rain pierces light. A splash of Acid drops Erases in no time All the stars meet All the moonlight dances All the stolen rainbows Drawn from East to West. Even a single drop Serves well to kill so fast Any singing nightingale.

By Sini Jose Having No ID-card No passport No address proof No ownership certificate No paper to prove possession No clan membership No citizenzhip document To sound My way of existence, To support my claim To be the beloved In this forbidden tale. I, the wandering nomad, The asylum seeker The best thing I can look for is An immigrant declaration And an A- class refugee certificate The only possible choice To enact my claim of survival In this alien land. Me, with all

By Sini Jose Why it is Taj Mahal, The synonym of love? Let it be tested with logic and reason Let we make conclusions, concise and apt. The Taj Mahal: A Love, that is So white, So clear So calm, So hard. Like a glass sheet with no heart Qualifing the test of transparency But disqualifing itself in the TEST OF MYSTERY. This Taj Mahal: A Love, that is So stable, so unchanging So cold, so frozen Like the untouched stone in rainfall and wild-fire Qualifying the test of

By Sini Jose Standing still With a stony silence The stone statue So remote and distant So far off and alien. Pieces uneven pasted all across, Mystery curves lay in-between so, What kind of fears it is sewn with What kind of grief carved it so hard... Staying still in blue springs Staying hard in showering rain What pain frozen so deep What disgrace melted on skin What wound left unhealed What shame buried unsolved Had made it so deaf To the sweetness of a Nightingale's

By Sini Jose Loat's wife, Her destiny Seemingly tied to her name But it was rarely read The life she chose And the Fate to which She bound herself. The city they fled And the bonds they abandoned In the time of siege How dearly she loved Couldn't she part. Of course, She too got the words She too knew the revelation The choice without choice To flee or to be burnt. Surely she did reflect Surely she did brood Yet in the moment of action Did love ruled her fate. The s

By Sini Jose It is always a better option To live with the text Than with the real. It is in all ways A safer choice To worship the statue Than to keep The model alive in the studio. It is quite comfortable To see everyday The coloured photograph Than to arrange lively talk Along the scheduled Morning cup of tea Luxury lunch, Evening tea And Night-time cheer parties. As it is known History is harmless Perfect and ordered Pleasant and poetic Only so far It remains u

By Sini Jose Yesterday's raging wind Has damaged my garage. Beaten with heavy falls Bleeding now the inner shell. Torn and worn out now Soul's ready- made dictionary; Words outdated, expired Worms move all along. Fingers touch emptiness With no blue wine in rich store. As we walk this summer's day Sweat all mine, sticky and dark; Shadows refuse to move along As the feet cross the barren fields; Noon light engulf all moonlight Nude stars on pride display; Fierce Sea cann

By Sini Jose Our Cyborg at his Multilineal Existence, Scene 1. In to the Morning Seamless world ahead Freedom par description, At the zero cost of any riot. The church bell The fitness hour The school bell The rush hour city traffic √√OPEN/ closed The panic of White cave Order and pattern. The empty question hours. Channeled right- left, Downward-upward moves. open/ CLOSED√ The evening comic relief Freedom Unparalleled Re- turn. Ways back< Undo, undo, undo... Evening

By Sini Jose Clean, Clear and Crystal Cool The white city where we live, Pure, White, Unblemished, Saintly, Serene and all too Sterile. So simple, So seductive , Chronicle of My White City Ranging between layers and layers Abundance of whitening plans. Ever-vigilant, Ever-active Efficient systems of ablution : Recycle binns; Incinerators; Erasure options; Undo mechanisms. Undos in hard and soft Undos in life and tech. Deletions on easy clicks Select; Confirm; Delete t

By Sanjita Banerjee I dream of you every night, The way we hold hands and gaze at the starry night. The warmth of our touches feels like home, The feeling in my heart is like nothing I have felt before. The way your eyes shine in the moonlight, Reminds me of your eternal allure. With every twilight, I'll fade, With the only hope that you'll remember me, Holding my hand in the meadow of your memory; As my gaze finds the skyline of our eventide. By Sanjita Banerjee

By Sanjita Banerjee The ocean and sand evolve in front of me, The salty wind caresses my skin. The grains of sand nip at my feet, The crashing of waves reminds me of the peace before the storm. The ocean's blue calls to me, The deeper it gets, the darker it becomes. I can't help myself; The closer I get, the more I get lost in its allure, The sultriness of the dark is like an incubus calling to an angel's soul. I can feel the horizon of dusk peek under the ocean; The eternal

By Sanjita Banerjee The city lights flicker across my room. The apartment is filled with silence, Even when I’m alone in crowds, My memories don't turn me away. So when I drown in my demons, Will you still hold me? The mundane life gives me an illusion of peace, But reality steals it like a thief, And I’m tired of meaningless apologies. My life is a masterpiece of fickle mess. So, when I'm not ready to face them, Will you still hold me? The heart of my home reeks of your inf

By Sanjita Banerjee The canvas is smudged with multi hues, The tips of my fingers match their tint; But not a single complaint is spilled from my lips. The reflection of my thoughts has come to life, The rhythmic stroke of my paintbrush makes me alive. The oeuvre of my work is my lullaby. Lonely nights made my fingers ache to paint, Harsh charcoal lines smoothed out to blend. The eyes of the portrait make me feel compelled; Pools of black with swirls of white drew me in, Lost

By Sanjita Banerjee You held my hand in one dazzling twilight, Your fingers caressed mine when I was hiraeth, The comfort you bring makes me feel feather light. The red string that binds us gives me emotions filled with a labyrinth, Maybe I don't want to find my way out; maybe I wish I could hold on to you; So when I give you my hand, Will you fly away with me? Others may call me maudlin, But your dreamy gaze never pushed me to metanoia, Yet your touch fills me with

By Sanjita Banerjee The raindrops ripple the rivulet at midnight. My reflection blurs and so does my mind, The need to escape consumes me, But your touch binds me to this land. No matter how much I try, you hold on tight to me; And together we fly to kismet. You promised me a never-ending fairy-tale, But I am a being of flesh and bones. Show me a reality where I may fall, But you will be there to catch me. Yet words are fickle. No matter how much I try; I can't unwrite the

By Sanjita Banerjee Your heart stopped in front of my eyes, My vision became blurry. Tears were falling from my eyes relentlessly I held your hand as tightly as I could All I could think was of the promise that you gave me, The promise to never leave me Why did I believe you? I knew my heart would break, but I never thought your promise would. The fire that was burning you, I wanted it to burn me too. Turn us into ashes where we will evolve Where we will be forever together