If You Ever by Tamoha Mukhopadhyay
If you ever remember me,
By the falling of raindrops on
Our forgotten words
Do not let me bleed in pain,
Make me bleed in poems.
If you ever see me,
By the bend of our path
Do not let a barrage of words
Impede our love ,
Let them caress me .
If you ever feel me,
In the edifice of all our unaccounted memories,
Do not let me feel untouched ,
Ink your fettered words in my heart.
If you ever ask me,
In an inundated road
Do not restrict yourself from the rain
Let it drench us in all our unspoken words.
If these ifs fail to arrive
Do look at the sky,
My heart will always beat there.
Extrication by Tamoha Mukhopadhyay
Don’t bother me now
I am busy drenching in all the unexplained metaphors.
humming the fatuous onomatopoeias.
For once my heart is not faint with a hundred stitches,
I am not abashed for my rumbustious self.
I run wild, barefoot in the shadowed woods
My lips are not blanched,
soul not shackled,
hair not rough with excruciation
I dance around, amidst the thorned roads
In the glinting moonlight,
The clear sky,
untethered from the strings of life,
Your Evanescence by Tamoha Mukhopadhyay
When you came,
The night had not seen the moon,
The sky had not seen the bees cavort.
The garland of my soul had not seen her flowers bloom.
Then, you left me
in the cacophony of life.
The flowers that you gave,
On a fooled autumn evening
As I saw them get putrid.
you left me with a quavered heart,
You left me with a barrage of conjectural questions.
You left the world, except mine.
The moon glinted in her her glory,
The bees buzzed in exuberance.
But the garland of my soul was withered, forever.
When I was leaving,
I saw a part of your soul,
Lying by the riverside,
I consorted it,
On my way to the inevitable path of silence.
Don’t look back she said on the wobbling log.
Stream an unstrung washing machine;
leaves traffic cops redirecting the light.
I was nine, when the tectonic plates shifted between my parents.
The buildings collapsed all around me, as I held my mother’s hand at 2 am, and slept at my neighbours. My body shrank inside the warm blanket, as if I was lying on a crescent shaped moon.
I was a singer that could not sing
a writer that could not write
frozen in ice
living in sub zero conditions
with no knowledge of fire making
Delicious light licks at the window pane,
Piercing glass to filter and refract.
Eager it springs, darting into corners
So long sunk in darkness.
If I am to know death
as a friend and not a foe,
I’ll take her hand and whisper,
“I’ll never let you go.”
Swirls of drape entwining veins of desires
Slender fingers flipping pages of heart
Twist of hues now vividly her eyes fires
Infatuation thorns hold love apart
I talk to you of the distances
between us. However not feeling
one and still asking you, what’s
The land was green and crowned with grains
Ocean tides rolled droplets of gold on the shores
Birds roamed the heavens whispering melodies
That resonated in our hearts;
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