Mistakes

Shopping
many many mistakes 
for whole life,
cheap 
small,
wrapped in silver paper
large, enormous 
mistakes.

mistakes on rainy day,
mistakes on the paisley
designed bed sheet,
many expensive 
mistaken poetries,
Loving the mask
like a face,
Mistake of wanting 
Mistake of not wanting.

Mistakes burnt
Burnt to ashes,
Ashes to ashes
Until the silence 
of eloquent dusk.

@ amiya

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.

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

Reflection

Reflection

Reflection

10 October 2013 at 13:59

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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

Lust

Lust

2 October 2013 at 16:13

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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

The Now

24 September 2013 at 13:50

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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....

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