Rajorshi Patranabis |
Mask
Covered my face, a coloured cloth
Sealed my mouth, back and forth,
Masked my words with corked embrace
Timeless tune, lie in grace.
Closed my nostrils, breathe to live
Veiled freshness, reality grieve,
Masked inhale in fragrant smell
Truth lies in anarchial trail.
Closed my eyes to escape the glare
Flaunt my darks, newfound flair,
Masked my vision to avoid abrasion
Sunlight dims, cloudless aberration.
Bleeding to live, truthfully whole
My innocent heart, my unmasked soul.
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Distortion
Looked at your eyes
Saw myself there
My right on your left
Left on your right.
My nose was yours
Meaninfully breathing
Inhaled you
Exhaled me.
Surprisingly found
A heart on your right too
Left throbbed
Right rhymed.
Realised
I am in you
Deep in you
Mirror of aberration?
Virtual distortion?
Realistic unison
Heart lives.
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Abundance
Don't look for order in abundance
Abundance creates its own order,
Don't look for clarity in darkness
Darkness creates its own clarity.
Don't look for divisions in identity
Identity creates its own divide,
Don't look for lust in love
Love makes its own lust.
I look for you in my dark depth
Depth glows in your flickering flame
I look for a daylit night
Night, burnt by the sleeping sun.
Wave of rhymes, rules, orders and you
You fill my abundance.
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Stain
Plinth of oblong screen
Foundations smile insane
White boasts its lost stain.
Touched your waving lips
Drank your nectar
Dreamy eye's puritan dream
Sinful pleasures, touched up pain.
White boasts its lost stain.
Colours of your eyes
That made love to me
Kafir fades in ecstasy
Truthful cadence, fake refrain.
White boasts its lost stain.
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Rolled Over
We met first in heaven
You, with the apple
And I, with some hope
I tasted you, nights rolled over.
We met last in solitude
You, with count of stars
And I, with memories of the last
I touched you, eternal longings rolled over.
We met in circles of intoxications
You, as my love, my longing, my lust
And I, as your dream, your muse, your mission
We mingled in faces, phases, times rolled over.
Through graves and pyres, hymns and choirs,
Our children wait for us, we rolled over.
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