Right Beside Her

The girl was shivering
She had never seen such rage, she wasn’t afraid though A sunny winter day it was
Sunlight poured in generously

An ensemble of shadows all over the walls Of the decimated town.
These executions, they were common

She didn’t pay attention, she had so much to cover
She was searching, looking for patterns to pique herself The newspaper kid was sweet and always wore a hat He was efficient as fuck but he was next in line
Peeing his pants right beside her, finding her unready As the barrel roared, grey smoke got sucked into
The atmosphere, she put her hand up Moved her fingers etching out a mother On the backdrop of the sunlight
She felt peace and the warmth
Was inexplicable, almost feeding her soul With love and screams and love.
There she lay still, right beside the kid Not a worry in the world
Echoing dreams, following the herd Like in these common times.

She & the princess

There goes my princess All glamorous and shine
and walks beside the poor whore all talk talk and whine
my princess sees clouds her horses so proud
the other, sees dirt her mice play flirt

The princess owns the state it’s men it’s gates
the other, pretends to own her flowers are her sown

The princess walks in style oh, the curves! oh the bends! the other walks alone
her dreams, to make amends

we kneel to the princess our love, our queen to be the other gets blessed by the earth, pearl, ruby

the other stands the ground
to save our blood, for our grace the princess hides the walls
for her dreams, to save her face

the wave crushes the other tears her apart, digs her grave
we get saved, we rejoice and dance everyone admits no one had caved

the princess comes out waves at us
we realize,
we are each other’s truss

a sole body lies in dust flies come as they come we look, we say
a whore she be a must

we walk away like
a second chance, so sweet we shall never be privileged we shall never cheat

there lies the other her heart in the hole her body in the soul we still live
we still proud
and we missed the rainbows blazing from the shroud

there goes my princess
oh, the bends! oh the curves! beside her walked no one
who would? imagine the nerves!

One hurt Mother

There lay still, the widespread forest engulfing a wood hut, braided with wrinkles

There slept the little boy as her mother kissed him
as the forest slept alongside

Hide and seek, they used to play
the mother always trying
the boy seeking help from the trees they whispered him spots
where her mother would never look but she always won
hugging, they’d come back leaving the forest amazed
how could she find him every time? the forest thought, it hurt its pride

One evening, when the winds had hissed all day, the boy went far
as they asked him to
he went far, from all the troubles as they promised

Scared was the mother scared, that the boy had found new realms
far from the innocence of boyhood
she called out, even pleaded to the trees there wasn’t an answer,
she was asked to leave

But she waited for the sun to rise
for one peek of the boy for the warmth of his hug

She waited like a child there wasn’t an answer but she never left
smelled the dew of the east felt the hollowness in her chest but she never left

Now was the time,
she looked into their eyes the silence had to break all the fragrance had died the forest was burning
flying were not whispers but ashes she would burn down the earth burn them all for her boy
such was the fire such was the pride such was her love
her love, burning now!

When I think of You.

As the sweat drops Penetrate my inches I think of you.
I think of you,

When I don’t remember Falling asleep, insomnia Creeping in the creeks Of my manhood

When I see the lights Go off in the sea, And phosphorus Highlights the pain,
I think of you.

I feel the dust Accumulating,
Making way through my veins Pushing the fibres to null.

I think of you Standing far away Impatiently, inviting The winds, playing The long curls.
It ripped me off, All the chimera
The stagnant waters.

I think of you
As the nights shower
On me, the righteousness Of your silence!

Monologue in the bar

Hot and humid Night it was again Winds stagnant
They won’t move an inch Inside the bar, quietly They sipped their rum
All those faces, the masks All those dull and ugly Smokes making figures Occasionally, they yawned.

I had stood up For a refill
Refills were common In this place
I gazed far down south There she was, the Holiest of the holies
Head down in retrospection With that glow in her aura She wasn’t wearing her gloves I saw her fingers
Soft and long Showcasing rings which
Glittered the whole place down Eyebrows carved out
From the sacred tree What could she be so thoughtful about?
What could she never get? For as long as I have Walked these lanes

No lady was

This strong and gorgeous I tried to look into
Her eyes, her broad neat eyes Sweating vigorously,
I waited for one chance

If she could lift up her head The night grew hotter Winds were in denial
Just one look, before I pass out or the
Night becomes unbearable Just one gaze.
She looked straight at me

I was conquered but afraid An ocean of dreams,
Such I had never seen before Blue and white
Blue and green

She looked at me but She didn’t see me She saw her world
The tornadoes of her world The melancholies of Fate And I had seen everything
Through the dark, deep tunnel

“Refill?”

Asked me a man in whites

I turned around involuntarily To tell him that I was done For all my Life
I needed to see those stories Again, through her eyes That I needed to experience

The comfort of her pain. She had left but.
I laughed slowly, Why would she stay Anymore?
The night’s about to become

The wooden floor’s about to crack Why should she stay, anymore!
I closed my eyes I saw her aura,
Her truth, her lies

Head down in retrospection The long, soft fingers
Her eyes…on fire!

A plead for after-life

When in her teens,

we met where hearts meet where the sound of music gushes through the hair disturbing the peace
Of the slow burning Of Sun and thoughts

Sweet blend of nostalgia when now promises dreams I think of her, her a symbol of my melancholy.
Roads have gone broader since and galaxies smaller though winds carry still the warmth of frescoes created during times of Loneliness

Would the gods grant this soul, an afterlife where we could search For meanings, again!

Painting You

I tried painting you, again
and failed, the winds adding unnecessary impressions, throwing me off.

Could not handle the forces, as if I were a novice.
Even the Gods were easy once.
They blamed me then for blasphemy I blame thyself, now.
Am i weaker or
You were never this stronger?

Next when I gather myself, blood shall be the medium, regular brushes, bold strokes.

And nights will pass by
And the winds will fear me.
As I do you, the world will be done!

My Dream

Last night, I had a dream

when the streets were empty and black It was almost midnight
when the dream developed layers Of agony
Of happiness

Of metamorphosis

I could see a hole in myself I could fathom darkness
I was its burden

A collage, created from the bits and pieces
of hope and love hung on the walls.

Storms approached later that night
All was about to get lost, when you appeared though you were there this whole night
You looked me in the eyes I hugged you and cried…

The boulevard

One day when I was without the fear, without the unknowingness of solitude I could walk across the boulevard
head held high, encapsulated by the streamlined way of life

Was it destiny, that our eyes met, our lips flowing deep into sync!

I had longed for this de- construction never knew someone was paying attention You came with the winter sunlight spreading across illusions, along
the Brownian motion of endearment

The universe was smaller again Mars to Mars, we flew.

Summer had brought the darkness cried the neon lights
as unlike as surrealism
” Who are you”, said you “I am the unnecessary,
the silence of all emptiness a reflection of rhetoric, the
unsophisticated truth of fantasy” “Sanity has prevailed”, said they

As burnt as our souls were, the magma continues to flow, our wings still there
Vacuum shall bring us back, celebrating togetherness
Next when the universe shrinks, only to give us space
to spread our wings.

I am GOD!

They say I am everywhere in every soul which burns, till it soothes itself.
Till the wound is fresh as spring, and they say I dictate everything they do, while I open my eyes and nose inhaling the vapour of the cosmos
condescending through sweat and water, healing the pure, the alchemy, the purest. I know everything, they say they know
Layers appear to me, thick and black as constant as a kaleidoscope
I judge these by their roots mushrooming till time
I understand their Nexus

They say they fear me blood for blood they plead
they offer me trophies of flesh

they love me, like Sodom loved its men

They say I created this euphoria
of them protons, dancing to the tunes of my masochism I feel the destruction,
it is as pleasurable
as the nights in the worm, as the flowers soaking dry.

I feel the destruction of souls,
I feel the darkness of desolation

They say I am invincible, the destroyer of the earths.

“I let poetry write through myself. Blocks are also necessary, I feel. They make me explore the unexplored and smell the darkness of illumination. It inspires me to write and paint, when I stare at the walls, the sky and the humans around me, when I see myself from outside of the window.”

Chirantan Sinha