1. Resurrection
I listen the whispers of the pain
minutely,
Pain compares with me, as if
it's my own shadow!!
Sometimes a
painted lady butterfly stalks at me,
as if I'm the reason for its
pain!
Soaked in the morning glow,
it looks at me,
I try
to get close to it.
I'm no one to stuck with it,
who rules its domain for no
reason!
I wish no Sun
would know my mark to be close to me!
One moon clots in my bed
though much far from me,
I wish I'd reveal my pains to
Him.
Very often
some thoughts still stick in my mind, I'm unable to recognise their
manners and temperament why they appear in my mind !
The memories,
wired with broken memories,
Though I'd like to cherish!
As broken
memories are like exhausted truth,we carry with our dreams and concept.
Conceptual pattern of pains
oozes from my heart,
While I hover
around the thoughts of my early pains!
Before the Moon leaves me
with his glory, I try to hold on his fractured beam, to lighten my thoughts,
The thoughts are my reality,
which shines as glitters in broad daylight!
At about three
midnight, I measure the moon beam ,where your lips got stuck once,
I wipe the dust each night to
freshen up your lips!!
Wet eyes resurrect my
antiquated memories, which I stored on my mind
since pretty long years!
Those memories are like thorns,I wish to get bleed with their prickles,
I redeem my
pains each time with the hurts ,caused by the thorns!!
2. TIME
Glimpses of blinkered past, arrested in
stagnant thoughts ,
Whenever I looked back, I found some dark holes
amidst the misty shadows !
,
Though I found the aromatic fragrance, while holding his hands,
When he says "we fall like Autumn, hug like
winter..", there I meet the biggest pasture among the greenest
meadows !
With time, people change, and
changed are our thoughts,
With time, the dimension and versions too change, someone sought!
But I am pretty naive who believe in togetherness,
Where only the Time stays with us ,to fill the gap, to uplift us and to
caress!
Faded are those love with time,
who ignored its
essence,
I can listen the deepest lament,
though it gets lost each time midway,!
Changing with time not meant to be adjusting,
Rugged hills change its attire by wearing green hay!
3. REWARD
Each inch of her skin poured
elixir of love
She shied still to get close to him.
Each breath of him crawled down her curve,
Speechless moments cherished the moon's beam!
Anyhow she got close to her
deepest passion,
Inhaled his breath to be in life again
They drenched in their passion, as if it was an illusion,
After so many years of longing,
she drenched again in rain !!
He stepped into her life,after a her massive torment,
Ignored and neglected she was, with some agonising pain,
Struggling with her own destiny, a bulb without filament,
She alone was insane among the world of sane!!
He offered his love with his best delicacy,
Thus she retrieved her life, with supreme ecstasy !!
© SONALICHANDA
About SONALICHANDA
Born in Suburban KOLKATA, SONALI CHANDA completed her postgraduation in English
Literature and Language from Burdwan University.
Her writings resemble the current issues and different topics of burning issues
in the country and the social malice.
Last year, Her travelogue" LADAKH...En route Tibetan TABOOS" launched
in Kolkata, Salt Lake, BHARATIYAM!!
Her many poems, short stories has already been published in
different web magazines, including counter currents!
"LOVE'S s FAINT ECHOES” is her debut NOVELLA, releasing shortly..!
©SONALI