BLEEDING
LAND
All
days not same
So
people go astray
Due
to want
On
cross life hangs
Arcadian
people in pangs
Rush
out in vain
It
brings only pain
In
frustration
Psychic
coves
Lose
brain
Ideas
look like bread
Crazy
guys jump and grab
puzzled
dopes
Making
mates poggled
Pitiless
cry
Rings
under sky
No
succour coming
Everything
dry
Doves
in bush calling
Aimless
guys cry
Wretched
ones run for grabbing
In
hungry land
Everything
is bleeding.
DREARY NIGHT
One
dreary night
Macabre
vision multiplies
One
hundred cycles
Pass
by ringing bells
Signifying
killer tales
Cats
with burning eyes
Cry
and jump
Dozen
jackals invade my room
Crooked
shadows cross corridor
Bruised
children
Slip
from window
Being
witness to horror vision
I
occupy a corner in bed
Till
night ends
Pock-marked
visions grabs me in night
In
light they disappear
Wish
my life day be unending
But
that’s impossible to say
Night
would creep in
And
vision grips me again!
Cycle
rolls on.
CHASING MIRAGE
We
look up and down
And
pine for what is naught
Life’s
trajectory not a straight line
Till
the last syllable of recorded time
Something
good is in the offing
We
look right and left
And
pine for what is naught
False
hope shackles mankind
Drowns
aspiration in like kinds
Counting
years and hours
Fetch
nothing but horrors
We
are puppets
In
the hands of cosmic powers
Rising
and falling evident in our lot
We
look before and after
And
pine for what is naught.
BROWN DAWN
Threading
sky
Chimney
black clouds
Wind
Gale
Roaring
storm
Fell
thousands of trees
Forests
hit below the belt
Deforestation
wide
Climate
change
Winter
shivering
Woods
burnt galore
Spooky
change in climate
Summer
heat soars
Virus
spreads
Like
wild fire
Burnt
out day
Sight
of waste land
Measuring
futile life sour
With
coffee spoon
Facing
brown doom.
JUMPING BUMPS
In
uneven days and hours
Nothing
synchronizes
Clobbering
inside soul
Sounds
in irritation
Beyond
toleration
Any
place and corner
Redolent
with hummers
Friends
thin out in such hours
We
are tied to flippant powers
Clobbering
in side soul
Sounds
jealous
We
are utterly tedious
Breathe
and struggles
Push
life in bumbles.
Dr Anushna Biswas, Literary Critic, Poet and Feature Writer of The Indian Express Group of Newspapers. Also former Lecturer and head, Department of English at Tagore University Distance Education. Published eight books of literary criticisms on Fiction, contributed essays and articles in The Indian Express Group of Newspapers, Contributes to Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Dumpster Fire Press: Voices From Fire, OPA Monthly Online International Poetry Journal and also various other International Online Poetry Journals.. Awarded Certificate of Appreciation and Recognition for Poetry Contest from Nigeria, Paris, UK, US.
Fabulous poetry.
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