Fragmented me!
My conscious mind always drained luxury restrains.
A writer from Kolkata, Bengal and 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.
Fragmented
I don’t try but today
Why my writing reflects the shadow not sun ray
Dark patch of tearing surroundings
Like snake bites
Lashes
I fear to be changed into ashes,
But they conspire
Consider my indifferent stagnant hermit–look no more
No more they allow my dormant hunger to vomit
To wash out the waste
No more rest
As if they whisper to whip…
Fragmented me!
My conscious mind always drained luxury restrains
But
The Prometheus engraved within sobs
Too tired but bear its nagging vives
Though I deny … deny to listen to feel to move or convey
Suddenly then the golden sky breaks into tears and look away…
My mission would be changed
I fear to feel and flash
The world from frontiers send a mail, alas
Then another one and then…..
I fear to open or walk away
I think of the other world of smell and clay
I love to be frozen and stagnant in my ivory tower,
But can’t, no individual deserves power
I hear the collision and collapse
I wish I could wait for the moment perhaps
The field would be ready for the hungry cattle again
Some songs of fading nights dreams of foolish brides
Forgotten shackle and chain
Before that my canvas reveals some unspoken truth of my heart
Which were not dark
But tint of blood makes them bark
Make those easy to reach
Believe me, I never preach
Never hurt
Those shattered shades are today’s part.
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My Pallbearers
I’m not alone who’re waiting to die
Don’t sigh
While the rest dig their graves
Perhaps none would be there to follow their paves and carry their coffins
Middle of the living ruins
Perhaps none would be here to shout then
Then, hey poor men
For whom you gamble and gather clutters….
Debris of fallen soldiers, broken fires, melting hearts and curly furs
Yellow grasses are captured…. those sculptures of numbness and harsh
I’m here to hide my pallbearers,
Feed them, give them altar, warmth of the wombs
No more tombs or symphony of epitaph
Enough is enough
Create a circle with rope
One day they’ll learn how to plough
Grow seeds of hope
Breaking the chains of curse and cult
Calmly carry the buttons of light
With my undefeated desires to enjoy any fight
Before crossing the valley of death
Rendering the blushing victory ahead!
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