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Blasphemy – The Poetry from Bengal

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Blasphemy – The Poetry from Bengal

The road is open

Only you can’t see

The road is always there

Only you can’t find!

[author title=”Suhina Biswasmajumdar” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Contemporary-World-Literature-Suhina-Biswasmajumdar-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]Suhina Biswasmajumdar is a writer from Kolkata, Bengal. A life-long devotee of Swami Vivekananda, Suhina is against any discrimination. Two significant life-forces propel her – ‘love’ and ‘writing’. Suhina’s book ‘Tumi’ (you) and Songs of Silence (A Journey to Love), are collections of her poetic thoughts.[/author]

 

Blasphemy

The road is open

Only you can’t see

The road is always there

Only you can’t find

And

Now you create crack and control

Or conspire to conquer

And

Me, the free will of existence

Like puppet of your hand

Just allow you

And

You praise my divinity while

Enjoy to ignite the devil within you

And

Accuse,

There’s no wall no border no glamorous story of hell

 

Hell exists nowhere

Only you never trust

Your own divinity

 

Door isn’t there

As there’s no wall at all

Only you can’t sense the riddle.

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The Lost….

If

If I wish to die

Allow me,

Please allow me

 

Just for a second,

Be kind

Kind to me

Once

Only once before my death

Only once before the world would realize

Allow me

I allow the whole world

To admire the masked you,

Before that

Please

Allow me

If

If I wish to survive

And

Die.

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Agony 

Sometimes,

Sometimes you know, I love to be with me

Wish to be happy and

And

And break into pieces

I know only then I make a new one.

New one or mended?

 

Brand new

It’s my own

In your dream why do I wish to be a miser!

Yes, sometime

Sometime I love to be honored rescued

I love to sleep after those sleepless nights, if I can.

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Epiphany

How many times you whisper: “Sorry”

How many times you apologize: “Sorry”

How many times you feel sorry….

Just once face the broken mirrors of your ego, pride n hunger

And

Are you craving for anyone’s mercy?

You too …  between bullet n blushing cheek….

 

No, I’m not laughing.

I forget to wish to whistle to whip

Only

Unlike you I never be Sorry

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Death

Destination or destined to

Or desire….

 

Longing for a sweet crispy bite

More passionate

Than hers

 

Love or life or light

What affects more?

What demands more?

What desperately deplores more?

When you…. hold….

 

I know you have options

Know you have options to fantasize

While enjoying the blade of reality my mortality whispers,

Advice juggles and me….

Love to be a non-playing teammate of the champion cup

 

At the end of the day

I, the ball boy enjoy the game

Like the thirsty battlefield victory or defeat hardly touches my soul.

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