My “Me”

I died a hundred deaths

My ‘me’ wrapped in a sheet

My body limped back, and

The ‘me’ lay in Park Street.

Tyrants brewed out from

The ghastly kitchen of woes,

Where savages donned partydom

Raping friends and foes

Then my bleeding started

The rookies groped their hand

Now the mute law enforcers

Saving their skin - stand.

The randomness in the chair

Followed typical old methods

It fanned the savages’ lust

it enthused the virile studs.

Emboldened by the silence

Or the gimmicks of the chair

The animals ruled the roost

Just changing the party attire.

I died in the green fields

Was gagged for thirty years,

And still today I bleed

Still today my ‘me’ is shared.

(Published in "The Enchanted World", Fest Anthology of JKC College, Guntur, AP )

Futile Felicity

Teeming millions, half naked souls

Unshaven faces clad in half burnt skins-

They toil in the unforgiving city.

They dropped in the city, uninvited

as from the womb a seventh one-

forsaken amid the squalid swarm.

They slog under the sultry sun

And kicks the hot asphalt with plastic

chappals, smears it with spit of pan.

The evening breeze of river carries

dreams of home, far off- not here-

 in the dingy outskirts of smokestacks.

Their daughters there now fructify,

here their eyes search buxom dames

of the same age, breaking sacrilege.

They toil, they sweat, they sell

from aphrodisiac to incense sticks

to book their beds in cheap brothel.

The never ending burning piece char

their vitals, every passing day, their sins

keep the purgatory’s door ajar.

One day their tired eyes lids,

smeared in futile felicity drop,

dissolving the heartless city in darkness.  

Amitava Chakrabarty

Death

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Death Oh! Death, come not as a horrid dream

From infinite alley of ether's blackest hole

And drag me off my bony fleshy bowl

And slightly throw this pittance in endless stream.

The natural course to merge with unknown Universe

Should never strangle forcefully with a shock

Nor you show your rugged face and mock

As the last precious moment descend harsh.

The benign transcendental rendezvous

Oh! Be some moments of serene divine bliss,

Let your lips suck my life in gentle kiss

As if a lover to his maiden woo.

Oh! Teach me death in this boisterous youth-

To adore you and embrace the ultimate truth.