Friday, November 29, 2013

Mediterranean

In the scorching
midday,
if i want the 
vermilion dusky lips,
sitting on a wooden chair,
if i say,
" i want to be the godavari,
give me all your waves,
keeping your ripples hidden,"
when i stretch my hands,
offer me please
your mediterranean
sea.



Thursday, November 7, 2013

Fire fly

The fire fly

On the nomadic side of 
My Bedouin window pane
fire fly blinks,
Tranquility shines.

Inextinguishable melancholic 
Fire fly glows
In your starry starry eyes too

It is said,
a handful of fire fly
fulfills all ethereal wishes
crystallized desires
whispering secret

Some hungry poets desire
to get burnt in your eyes
where fire is insistent

Some desires
Get lost in some nowhere land
In some enchanting longing
In some dissolved dreams
In some excruciating pain
Broken into pieces

@Amiya

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Reflection

Reflection

Reflection

10 October 2013 at 13:59

On that mirror
your naked shadow
so far from the phenomenal
earth,yet
so temporally close,intimate.

like the sculpture on the palm
you are the inexplicable
language of fate,
passionate still.

come my darling
let us together
you and i
watch that rose there
in the vase silently,
where hands of frightened light
simmer and throb.

your tortured soul
your undefined curves
shiver with hopeless destiny.

@ amiya

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Lust

Lust

2 October 2013 at 16:13
I wanted you to understand
something,
used words
heaps of alliterated words,
finally they lost navigation,
and i burnt,
my stormy last breath
quivered .

I came back to my
speechless bed.
a spiraling lust with my 
beloved night,
until
dawn appeared with 
another diseased morning.

stale night disengaged
from me, 
Unuttered words whimpered.

@ amiya

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The Now

24 September 2013 at 13:50
Relentlessly jumping,
one,two three
jump from the cliff
high above,
down below,down very below
the 'compassionate earth '.

In between,the ETERNITY,
THE NOW
Meaningless time,
One strike on the drum
GONG.......

Nowhere a future
Nowhere a past,
Was the air refreshing ?
Any regret ? NO
Any dream ? NO
Freedom?????

Just one strike on the drum
GONG.....
The now
The Now
THE NOW....

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Chaos

Leaves tumble,
evenings spread with memories,
I refuse to accept
perplexed,
chaos copulate
and fills the body,
lust or love?
I grasp for happiness
faces of hibiscus
which should i trust,
when myself the betrayer ?
Leaves tremble
wisdom shivers.

Amiya Chatterjee

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Swarg Dwar

Swarga dwar

swarga dwar or gate to heaven.
Its the cremation place in Puri

Puri is a town on the sea beach, famous place
for the jagannath temple, and the sea.
Thousands of people visit this town mainly
from Bengal some religious minded 
some visit to die and be cremated in Swarga dwar , some just sit in one of those sea side 
hotel balconies to count waves, again some go there just to secretly fuck and smoke chhilum.

I am always drawn to the cremation place for 
reasons which are mostly pseudo philoosophical.
" life ends here...or life begins here "
Not too far is the sea.Waves roaring with this message.Between Swarga dwar and the Bay of bengal , inumerable " Lives scampering, talking , shouting , buying there little precious have ever seen  objects from the little shops.

But swarga dwar  itself is one of the dirtiest place I have everseen.
People leave there dear ones turned into ashes
return home to eat play and love. Here Dogs , rats, the beggars,and (The chandals, who help the body to burn fully or half burnt) Dogs do the rest of the last rites.Torn dirty clothes, broken  earthen pots howl throughout the nights and the sea drown their howling songs.
Only I stand there and stare to look for the answer of the question I never ask.