LIFE IN TIMES OF THE PANDEMIC
Living fossils
The moon breaks with a pompous crack
And shards descend in a pensive pace
Piercing bogs of fossil hearts
Still in rust and stagnation.
Moon blanched veins then shudder and wake
To possibilities of life and death
Moon in blood and moon in lungs
Trace of life in stony frames, and
Fear of life in eyes of dead .
What fear after feeling alive
Even if for a fleeting moment!
Germination
The curling shadows lying askance
On furrowed fevered restive thoughts
Conjure hawk-eyed strangers who
Smirk and squash the spring and sun.
The rivers meander further away
The cracking fields heave empty sighs
And whisper tales in unison .
The crumbling mornings, days and nights
Fall on desolate desert land.
The curling shadows stretch and turn
The shifting sands blend nights with days
Rocks then crack in lifeless heat
The seeds are ready to germinate.
The Eyes
Laughter,
sunshine, skies and depths
Quiver in the cupped up palms ,
Quiver in the wistful eyes
Staring down from above the mask.
The eyeballs catch the golden sun -
The slice of skies that blends in blue
Masks that melt to vaulting dreams
Beyond the blues of fever and death.
Dr. Piku Chowdhury : academician, poet, editor, author, photographer, mental health facilitator.
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