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Sandhya Bijoy Poem
Dream
I took your hands into mine with a gaze
You smiled and murmured,
“I will not go, and why hold so tight?”
I let you go loose with a cautious look.
Though happy and blissful jiffy
Scared was I of the evading scene.
Will the time come grabbing you from me?
But stayed you till the end with me.
Rang the alarm eclipsing my soul
Dropping me to the world without you.
Realized did I, the biome of mine,
All alone but just with your memories.
Piercing is my soul, with a sharp dagger
Driving I am in the palanquin of grieve.
Beckons me the responsibilities you bestowed
Beholds and harnesses to this secluded world.
Bewildered I am to transcend;
Elated I am to live in the old bygones
The treasure troves of memories of you and us
That heaven have endued on us
Sandhya Bijoy
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Visceral
I don’t want to be Sati
I am not Savithri
Neither am I a ‘WIFE’
Who gets locked within me.
The love and lust were a voyage
When I enjoyed each moment
The fragrance of sindhoor and musk
Surrounded us, to wherever we flew.
The radiance is gone and fragrance is lost
Yet the heart yearns for a new picture
The bones hanker for a mate
A different name, shape and face
I shall live to the fullest of my soul
I shall love till I reach the horizon
I am waiting, praying and wishing
For you, my special friend- still unclear.
Sandhya T.P.
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Mustafa - The unforgotten Saga
The betrayal had already begun;
The spells of an unwavering bond.
Ruptured has the membrane of fatherhood
Worthless, like blinded ‘Phthonus’ or ‘Laius’.
The destiny has carved the trap like a layman,
In my brimming youth that awaits to conquer.
Looked upon I am by my children and wives,
Did not heed to the web strengthened with steel and ‘brain’.
Doubtless was I on the future of my land,
Dreaming of my plans and expeditions.
A growing world beyond the territories that exist
A cradle I made for the future world.
I am not an offender, nor a victim
But a martyr, as, a peril for them.
The throne was wavering in ‘His’ last years
For a new era of women for good they say.
Known is the nobility for the desires and predatory.
It is never a choice but a mishap.
The scepter and the crown stained with blood and tears,
Alas! I have to beat the race with no mercy.
It is a promise and shield to my mother
It is a haven and heaven to the harem.
A stability that prospers the land,
A console and dream for the working lot.
The iron daggers and swords were worthless
But the cold eyes that were unbothered
Realizing the power and ambition in them
Dead I am already, succumbed to the ‘fate’.
Bleeding are my wounds ensuing a terrible battle,
The mind, the body and the soul couldn’t linger.
The sourness and salty tears that defeated me-
The thought of an ending stage of conspiracy.
Tore my heart apart the pain that was induced
My father – Suleiman the magnificent, my own father
Executing the plan in hostile was he, on his own dream.
The burrows that were dug can’t burry,
The hope and the love I had seeded.
The sharp lamenting cries and the prayers I heard,
Paved the path and open the gates of ‘Jannah’ for me.
Sandhya T.P.
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The revolutionary
The revolution germinated in my womb,
The tenderness and care never negotiated.
The external pressures never an obstacle,
The birth of the world’s most beautiful era bloomed.
Came the dawn of surprises after a storm,
The ship swayed hither to thither.
The fight and insurrection had already begun,
The world’s most beautiful and the strongest life was born.
The trunk was burned and she just witnessed,
Holding the hands of the needy and the swayed.
Detached yet focused, marching to the goal,
With slogans and spirits high she bore in her heart.
Sheltered was she, but the discontent seeped out,
In an urge to reach the pinnacle of the dream,
Reminders and warnings kept she to herself,
To be the spectator and observer of her own play.
Sandhya T.P.
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