Deafening!

i sit here today
like a dry piece of chalk
sucking it all
taking it all
absorbing the mayhems of human desire
of sulking minds and brains on fire.
of tattering shrieks
that slice your mind
and endless complain
of days far behind.

my core untouched
unsure of its role
with grit covering my brains
but a virgin soul
unsure
unheard
a tale untold..

Can u trespass all through the surface?
reach to the noise
under all that silence?
please try!
please once!!
as the core has started to surrender now
slowly,
to her crumbling defence...

--Dr.Debosmita Paul

Stuck

Piece of unseen cord
tied to my sandal
as i walked through the market
as i checked what i wanted
i hurried through the alleys
urrgh......that cord
pulling at my heels.

The bright red laces
Oh that teal coloured drapes
of fuchsia hues and metallic shades
Silk sheets in the colour of wine
Nylon edges...they say it lasts for a lifetime
Amazed and awed i shuffled still
And that satanic cord
pulling at my heels!

I tried wavering it off
brushed across the pavement
tried to jerk it off
huffed with resentment
it stuck like an adament thought
that refuses to leave your mind
you wonder hither and thither
yet it reiterates in amazement!

Months have passed
and many more such expeditions...

The laces a lot less redder
the drapes gradually fades
hues couldnt survive
wrath of the days.
silk survives
though too ambitious to carry
in crowded streets
and moods weary.
Nylon edges
umm....rashes..

A pair of sandals
lies on the porch
covered with dust
and worn..
and a nuisance of a cord
stuck at the heel
faded every colour of life
what survives is...
the patient
the real
the adament...still.


--Dr.Debosmita Paul.

 

Symphony

songs...
sometimes remind,
sometimes surround
with memories u have been
trying to evade
sometimes they ring
a soul unsaid,
beseech the you
under all facade.
sometimes they tickle
sometimes its sombre
and some words,
just nag the pain
of smiles you passed
of eyebrows that raised,
you bite your lips
and smirk in vain.
looking blankly
through the window
tiptoeing again
some trodden mile,
and realize how silent
feelings breathe,
yet how musical
for a while...
sometimes u hear
a piece nostalgic
and immerse in
unabashed wonder,
realizing how intense
how supple love is
and how fragile
how brittle we are!
-- Dr.Debosmita Paul.