Saturday, September 19, 2009

WOUNDS

After the famous touch the ebb started in my life and exposed a wound on the sea shore that still exists, forcing me to write this poem :


Wound

Those loving touches on me you left

Are wounds that doesn’t heal,

And all the bliss I ever dreamt-

Haunt my senses still.

Two loving palms that lifted my soul

And shared the warmth of heart

Is thrown today where cannibals prowl,

To be ripped and torn apart.

Today I languish in the woods -

Loving the birds and bees,

But still today those mortal wounds

Intermittently bleed.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

It was a hot sultry summer in the heart of the city when I decided to write something different, directly from the heart.
So I took a wayside paper and scribbled down something which, incidentally, became the first poem I ever wrote.
Many more flowed eversince, but that first venture with verse became the title of my first collection of poems- SOLITUDE.

Please bear with me if I give it below for your eyes:-

Solitude

Stand by the sea shore,
Your eardrums
Trembling with the roaring sea,
your heart vibrating in unison
Feel the loanliness
that insidiously creps into your mind;
See the waves of emotions
sacrificing their own existence
Crush themselves on the beach,
Trying to merge its own being
With thast of the sea-shore for love
Alas! the sea of life drags it back
And the deprived wave retreats,
With a grain of sand as memory.
A brief solitude of pathos follows.

Then some days later the sea of life touched my heart with its naked fingers and I wrote this poem:-

TOUCH

Oh! Give your soft fingers to me
To hold them close to my heart,
For through them I can feel the sea
And taste the life's worth.

Let naked limbs catch and place
my head above your breast,
And drench my soul and my sense
in thearoma of your sweat.

Let momentarily my pain be lost
In hills' and springs' fragnance
For once let me savour a broth
And face this world from hence.


well, enough for the day one. Will be disturbing you with more of my poems from time to time. So be prepared for it when we meet again.


Amitava Chakrabarty,
India.
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