Darpan || KAKOLI GHOSH (MOON DROPS) ( INDIA)

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পোস্ট বার দেখা হয়েছে

 
BLACK AND WHITE 

KAKOLI GHOSH (MOON DROPS)

( INDIA)

Now living like a stranger

under the damp mildewed ceiling

of my own home,I fear every year,

the last rain's seepage may trace 

water marks of abstract images

blending and bleeding clumsily

within each other,

as lovers melt in warm caresses

shaping eternity in their embrace.

Soaking doesn't abide by

the rules and norms of stains;

rain finds some excuse in monsoon.

I forgot how much I wanted to be new

when time had wrapped me up

as a breathing bundle 

of colourless misfortune

shaping dignity and prestige

of this lofty palace of forgotten love.

Time still didn't not stop

seeking nectar and secret ecstacy

out of my forbidden sweetness.

Desires twinkle in dutiful stars

restoring love from holy salvation;

ugly knots hide under skilled craft.

Widowed and stripped of my petals

I was still quivering warm

in my absurd torn sepals

holding on to the stem of life

balancing dignity and pretentions.

Too much cleaning and washing

has bleached my fear,

with frothy bubbles of nothingness.

My clothed skeleton, pristine,

starched stiff,as an ironed uniform

hangs striving with Gods;

touch ups seal the ceiling sky.

My barren soul seeks restoration

to be fertile beyond draught,

not to yield to the passing 

of the playful moody seasons.

The footprints of love and fullness

aren't washed away until 

the stars drown in surfing darkness.

If I could tell you 

how much I wanted to be new

as a bride adorned by your magic!

Butterfly love sits on streched palms,

to fly away leaving a beautiful trance.