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    Sunday, April 4, 2010

    Hatred pungent and I


    Hatred a feeling like an ugly bluish aged bruise.
    Sometimes, even the insipid green tint, the oozing puss,
    and even when the pain subsides
    remains the ever reminding repulsive scar.
    Hatred pungent and I; my lacerated soul.

    Childhood nights, the memory of the rat and the rattrap.
    The rattle of the timber plank falling,
    the sharp, squeaks frantic skittering scrape.
    Then the piece of poisonous bread and
    death, an uncanny silence.
    Hatred pungent and I; my lacerated soul.

    Quarrels at my neighbor’s place
    Silent tears of my childhood friend.
    Her mother’s hair the jasmine flowers,
    those strange men and small animal sounds.
    My friend’s painful sobs and loneliness.
    Hatred pungent and I; my lacerated soul.

    Teacher, the ferocious lewd gleaming eyes
    the claws tooth and nail terror fright shock.
    Death of a child her mind and innocent purity
    chemistry and physics and the man’s fingers
    moving, a filthy insect in between my thighs.
    Hatred pungent and I; my lacerated soul.

    The lady sweating the whole day
    at her master’s house, cooking washing and housekeeping
    tireless good woman dedicated life for others.
    The widow makes sure she toils whole day
    so that she is safe till the night, night that she can’t escape
    serving her master, the price she has to pay
    for her husband’s death at an early age.
    Survival, a giant blister in her heart.
    Hatred pungent and I; my lacerated soul.

    I spread my arms and let the rain take me
    The word ‘love’ that I have searched all along.
    Tiptoeing through puddles mud and grime
    trying hard to welcome the life of love.
    I stop halfway at the darkening staircase
    emptiness swirls around realizing the unknown errors of life.
    The love I collected so carefully and kept close
    now shines in its ugly hideous prominence, truth settles
    the vine of desire, lust like those thrown away old clothes
    Hatred pungent and I; my lacerated soul.




    Posted by Celestial Dreamz

    1 comment:

    Celestial Dreamz said...

    thank you quinie :)

    March 2, 2011 at 7:51 PM

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Dr Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

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I walk through the known and unknown errors of life ... and sometimes or often when words pour on my soul ... from right and left and here and there and from everywhere, I write poems. My poems are born out of the communion of honey brown dreams and turquoise loneliness ...

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