I know here and there I stand
to surmount a hurt of unknown
differences, if not something bad.
The devil may go anticlockwise
but, I how dear
how bold, I know I supposed.
Supposing I have to start
start from the past century
then, how many cups of tea or coffee
I should drink tonight?.
Or supposing this country of mine
I wished to change with another, another
how to endure and where.
Or supposing Africa and America
and Europe and Asia and Australia
are continents, how technocracy or aba?.
Like just brother the years to come
the wind a thing, the world
like em, em, em,..........
somewhat is something
which I felt is this sometimes wither
in life.
A woman who’s worldly-wise
In men’s rooms lies belly-wise:
Watching her you choke breath-wise,
A bed six meters length-wise!
You fail to look you’re not wise:
“Please, go and meet the street-wise
To stop being rather unwise
And your eyes permit the price”
A woman for the world wise
Could your dear life make her price,
Try to with it rise and rise,
Now choosing to move clockwise,
All too soon, anticlockwise…
Member of club For True Lies,
Her needs she gets from false cries:
She’s never the penny-wise,
Not when she’s Solomon-wise
Dewdrops, appears, its drops are myopic,
no blame angel falls,
convenience, not the hardships.
Dripping without mercy,
cracked ribs.
Move anticlockwise,
Learn to be wise,
set and rise.
Seeing them lined up,
in the courtyard of Hyperpolitan,
bear provisions for their destiny.
Saying the odd, asking blessings
The lucky one is the drum of worship.
Not Ghazal, the love poem,
wisdom of the hall, resident of embers.
For haters, winning alone is enough.
and now, colour blots whitewash on blanched wall; yesterday distanced from today’s gale—on the facade, from where, towards the end, faced face down time’s row in anticlockwise retrogression; the beginning from the end ends in the beginning, with each footprint laced—crowned in blue daisies, we giggled out “Oh! My God” as fleets of golden butterflies twinkled in broad daylight... I recall—a cyclone had begun, wafted us aloof
one deadwood
makes no woodland
terracotta shrub
and the struggle continues—like shadows in blank places and distant church bell gongs in the eclipse of our eyes like the moon and sun in a miniature wedding day—an endless abyss submerges the hollow of a burning ring with a gully wind rush through the needle’s eye as we dig deeper into dark secrets of our cardinal sins; apple's taste becomes acrid, putrid strawberry on coiled lips, whiffs of death scented coarse roses, stowed underneath sloshes of salt-waterfalls
wooden chest
bullets from her razor lips
words bank
anticlockwise winds
low atmospheric pressure
tropical cyclone
Written 25th September 2018.
Devils spawn, Beelzebub groupie
Sinister minister of hell fire
Sinner sister
Brother dire in a B-movie
Left handed without fealty
Never to sit on the right
hand of some imaginary deity
Cursed with evil notoriety
To abide with the devils pet goat
seething with bitter envy
Left handed, bereft of pity
anticlockwise to dither
slimy and shitty
A snake that slithers
Not you,
so pure
right on, right there.
Conservatively dour
Smelling of roses
benevolent snare
Correct, on message,
pointless,
caring,
so caring.
Devils spawn, Beelzebub groupie
Sinister minister of hell fire
Sinner sister
Brother dire in a B-movie
Left handed without fealty
Never to sit on the right
hand of some imaginary deity
Cursed with evil notoriety
To abide with the devils pet goat
seething with bitter envy
Left handed, bereft of pity
anticlockwise I dither
slimy and shitty
A snake that slithers
Not you,
so pure
right on, right there.
Conservatively dour
Smelling of roses
benevolent stare
Correct, on message,
pointless,
caring,
so caring.
Cried out eyes crimson,
The only roses to my valentine
The mind’s shut up
The heart’s stirred up
Tearing through pain and doubt
Broken and shutout
To find the moon rock
Gone on a permanent lunar walk
Perfect silence
Noiseless
Motionless quietness
Emotionless stillness
An ambiance of loneliness
A quote to the loveless
Mindless
Moonless
All her shining glory gone
All my life’s glow’s done
My core was her poles
Now my dullness shows...pales
I wear an artificial shine
Shallowness of a superficial mine
The days are none eventful
My nights less lunarful
My revolution’s anticlockwise
My rotation’s otherwise
Deprived of her near side
I dwell in a dark side
Loveless
Moonless
Pitch blackness
Spewed with heartlessness
Sky painted with a tarred hand
Night spilled into a burning band
Your phases captivated me like a clenched fist
I beg to open up to quench love’s thirst
In the desert of a deserted moon walk
Eclipsed in the dark
Figure like Orion’s belt
An extended arm to the left
Points the way to her heart
To the source of the force field
Hair in a drag like a comet
Her direction anticlockwise like an orbit
Gaining speed the closer she gets to my heart
Traversing space faster than a lightning bolt
Moving light years from left to right
The sentinel to my darkest nights
She’s made of nothing but dark matter
Heaven sent like a sealed love letter
Understanding beyond age and maturity
Both feet firmly grounded in victory
Unshaken she’s the centre of me
Unmoved by prophecy a powerful deity
Her being shining from head to toe
Bearing more than just a simmering glow
Pointing from the centre of the cosmos
In all directions forever as photons
I am six feet tall
I am 59
I am not a monster
Don't hit me
I am extended in space-time
And never stay on a dime
Don't overrate me.
I run between left and right
And sleep between day and night
Don't cheat me.
I move clockwise
But dream anticlockwise
Repeat me.
If you can
Meet me.
I am six feet tall
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
29th October,2014
When I was a child
I thought time travelled with
the ticking clock
Grandpa always said
His childhood days were better than mine
To travel into those days
I reversed the hour hand
as many times
as would be sixty years back
To this day, folks
I still feel his rough palms
Planted onto my cheeks
and his course voice pinching my ears
for breaking down his precious clock
Hands On those digits
Backwards steps in forward turns
in the race of time
Charma
i saw the footprints on the sands of the oasis,
and the loamy soils around the rose garden,
i also saw prints on the mountains:
the strings that aid the climber, i also saw
them go the other way around;
(evidence of return,decent)
but i still look for the prints on the sky
around the moon,
and so i still stare up,neck bent,
cos she turned a million miles a metre
in the darkness of the woods,dungeon,
hungry heart when she smiled at me.
i saw me decend the valleys(i didnt know)
went anticlockwise(couldn't imagine)
high among the milky she holds my heart.
my feet never touched the ground:
no job,office,domain.
circles:the universe, clock ,and me,
impeccable gyration,for the arrow i fired
keeps decending,and so she still takes
me along(no direction)just the way it was
when i first saw her.
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