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The Poem
My inside is locked in a sea
A fish-market where everyone is helplessly dead.
A few people- fallen from the sky –
With their bluish minds
Sink
No matter how strange it may sound, the structure of this poem is round shaped. And it is like a planet seen from another, having a silent city in between, of stars
Of fallen stars
A Call
My call to myself
Is the sound of a gong
In a foggy rugged landscape
Where
Prayer utters obscurity
And a man
Going down his wrinkles
Into the chasm
Where
Darkness is not darkness anymore
Light goes off in the monastery
And then a loneliness
A dry loneliness
Sounds like a bell.
In the fog
Where fog lifts
Rises the chasm
To make a man
Less visible
Mirror Mothers You
Light caught me unguarded,
Left me in splinters
In an empty street
Shadow is the mark of its bruises
When the brief scenes eyes shed
Are heaped up at my feet; dry.
Oh! How sick I am!
How dearly
I keep my face immersed
In the very mirror you come from
Vine
If we could see music
Sedimented in absentmindedness
A shadow comes forward wading through light –
Show it
The lattice on the house is covered with entreaty
It’s a vine
Time stands still – time
Perhaps comes to rest on the lap
On its thin ribs – show
The incessant rhythm of the breathing
How blueness of the world lends it company
A slice of blue – lacking wave; still –
An entreaty
Suspended from the earlobe as an ornament –
That vine
Miraculously rises spiraling up to the green
I
I wash the knife with daylight.
And then, hiding it in a faint breeze,
Disappear among the dead.
Nature, rubbing its eyes
Amidst a clear sky buzzing with insects,
Wonders at the year’s harvest of reflections
And the map of the world furrowed across
The windswept field
Everything seems so quiet
The bicycle leaning against the sycamore
Is about to be grafted into the tree
Everything is so quiet.
I belong to death
Aritra Sanyal: is a poet, translator, researcher, and an ex-sports journalist who presently works as a teacher of English language in a school in West Bengal, India. Earlier he worked as a research fellow in University of Calcutta in a major research project: The impact of France on the 19th an early 20th Century Bengali Literature. He is the author five books of poetry. The latest one, Bhanga Manuser Bhumikay (In the Role of a Broken Man) was published in 2020 from Saptarshi Publication, Kolkata.
