Six Poems by Anushna Biswas

 

SLOW FLOATING BOAT

 

Slowly slowly

My boat glides on river

Below bridge forms a rainbow

Rains shower me foggy

Banks din in autumn mist

 

Whose memory shakes me

River quakes

Old faces float before me

Darkness spills over soul

Slowly slowly my boat

Keeping me alone under rainbow.

 

BARREN NATURE

 

Cruelty thy name is

Post modern time

Juggling soul morbid

Passion for creative work half-baked

 

Looking through window

Venomous ambience in sight

No destination visible

Brown autumnal mist covers face

 

We are crawling into tapioca field

Dead horizon peeps.

 

WAVES IN ZERO 

 

See waves in big zero

Ocean throb in waves

Tiny sparrows stand on waves

Sands shake in emptiness

 

Me a silent poet

Scribble words on sheet of waves

Amazing sight walking tourists

See in daze

I look at my gaze

 

More big waves gather in zero

A sight so touching in majesty

Leaving this lyrical panorama

I track back on solo tune.

 

OSMOSIS

 

In melancholia

Invoke will power

Sitting on chair

And crying

No panacea functions

 

Ours is a world of poverty

But in such shade

Force feels gathered

Eye closed and opened

A splitting star

Twinkles on glass

 

I chase to dab

Left is a unique fad.

 

GROTESQUE INTERPLAY

 

Sleepless night a curse

In dreams black ravens crow

Soul stirs for a moment

In dilemma I rush to sea

 

Fishermen fishing with large nuts

Sleep never tantalizes them

Work is the cure

Of illness

Black ravens crow on window pane

On being caught by such nightmare

Visiting fishermen a relief

A black fisherman offers me

A cup of hot tea

So generous is the clan

Dawn throws lumen

Confront I a fearless dawn

 

The black ravens in dream

Dissolve into roaring sea

Night fishermen looks like angels

I spring up from mardy dream

Fishermen disappear into sea.

 

HUMMING SOUL

 

Spooky spider net spreads

Night deepens at church bells

My soul stirs

In grey space tall trees fall

 

Now our time is intimidating

Black bats fly over-head

Dim light flickers

To the border of doom

 

Fear not my friends

Our time-space jumps on wings

Grass-hoppers chirp in dark corner

My soul stirs

In grey land tall trees fall.

Anushna Biswas - Critic and poet, former Lecturer of Department of English at Tagore University Distance Education, has written eight books of literary criticisms on fictions from different pockets of the world. She contributes to Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Fevers of the Mind, OPAH Poetry Journal and many other international online Journals. She has won awards for Poetry in contests from different countries.