Eye’s Memories
Someone distorts my image on the wall, skimmed
by an earthen lamp’s flame.
Someone laughs at it, moments rinse the colours,
what more is there to say?
Surrounded by shadows, darkness sinks into iris
so, I wait and more wait.
Now that I have seen dim reflections in my corner
I am done with the therapy.
Perhaps I am weak, punished, unknown to my life,
nothing can want me to protest.
Sometimes whispers are like the long fluttering silk
weaving the death wish.
I find calmness and peace in its perpetual silence,
sad it is to many; it brings the end.
Soul Music
I am going to give back now.
look at my window sill.
it’s littered with handprints.
hands beckon to each other:
a primeval language
deaf like a stone, a downpour.
so close is your sleep dust eyes
then my mandible on your shoulder, my ear
against yours, our noses pointing away
to the cliff.
skies holding various shades of colour
the flowers fade, smell is gone. The voice
of the trees like any meanders,
sinuous bends, loops, curves, turns,
winding in the channel
a simulacrum of soul music.
Blank Folder
A thin sheaf of no more than a dozen pages
spilling from the accordion folder,
documents are scattered across the desk.
Neat and cursive on the handwritten
confession,
the bookshelf talks in whispers to its shadow
under the mottled ceiling lights.
The sightlessness tassels words into
responding beam
warmed by the anxious flights,
where sunset quivers outside in the Palm
trees.
Memories draw out the killer lance tips,
drafting the stains on the wall,
old conversations debate the angle and colour
scheme.
Between summer afternoons and evenings
unknown darkness continues to count,
the broken stone steps, sorrow’s blue weeds.
My home is now an exile’s grandeur, that
bends to receive the abundant solitude,
there’s still fire in the silence filled vessel.
Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator with 24 books published, including five jointly edited books. His poetry is also published across various anthologies as well as in eminent journals of India and abroad. His poems are translated in 16 languages. He has been nominated for Pushcart Prize for poetry in 2021. He is the recipient of the Poet of the Year Award in Destiny Poets, UK, 2016, Setu Excellence Award, 2020, Pittsburgh, US and Indology Life-Time Achievement award, West Bengal, India. His latest collection of poems ‘Alleys are Filled with Future Alphabets.’ has received wide acclaim.
'Unknow to my life', a great line.
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