1-asriyah<\/p>\n
the lofty waitress
\nasriyah
\nburnt alive
\nnear gaza
\nsomewhat
\nlike joan of arc she was
\nheretic
\nin her own right
\n(asriah asriah)
\nhow are you today
\nbetter than yesterday
\nbetter than the day before!!!<\/p>\n
you
\nblack mamba mouthed
\nyou
\nlangston\u2019s muse
\nyou
\nleopard heart
\nyou
\nclad in blues
\nhow are you today
\nbetter than yesterday
\nbetter than the day before!!!
\ndip dip tea bag
\nthe thread\u2019s still hanging
\nthe cup is far from pink
\ntastes like saccharin<\/p>\n
bastard
\nchildren with
\nlegitimate smiles
\nare born to die
\nin bastard times<\/p>\n
(asriyah asriyah)
\nSweet pal of mine<\/p>\n
do they have a ground below
\ndo they have a sky above<\/p>\n
(asriyah asriyah)<\/p>\n
why in silence you seek refuge!
\nstill there\u2019s noise in your town
\ni swear in the name of your
\nradioactive toyhood
\ni swear
\nyour sister\u2019s are moaning
\nyour brother\u2019s are being slaughtered
\nyour people are dying
\nasriyah
\nare dying!<\/p>\n
is genocide a question worth
\nanswering asriyah!
\nthey aren\u2019t just yours
\nbut also mine<\/p>\n
they say
\n\u2018We shall Overcome\u2019
\nbut when!
\nwhen will we!
\nbackwaters now
\ntroubled waters
\nfresh water is
\npseudo
\nthere is doom
\nthere is death
\nthere is decay
\nasriyah
\nthere is decay
\n(anyway)
\nhow are you today
\nbetter than yesterday
\nbetter than the day before!!!
\n(better than ever more)<\/p>\n
2-windless<\/p>\n
father craves for einstein
\nmother craves for a barbie
\nbut a child is born<\/p>\n
twenty three years later<\/p>\n
he is craving sleep
\nshe has a craving for sleep
\nfor a poet is born<\/p>\n
now
\nshe is yelling at him
\nin vain
\nthe pain of labor
\nher punctured ducts<\/p>\n
he is accusing himself
\nin vain
\nthe pepperoni pizzas
\nin physics drained half his wage
\n(insane insane)<\/p>\n
here comes the protagonist<\/p>\n
he talks less
\nso i assume he is dangerous<\/p>\n
he isn\u2019t a bookworm
\ni assume he is clever<\/p>\n
he can hardly make ends meet
\ni assume he is a poet
\nand
\nhe never rhymes
\ni assume he is post modern<\/p>\n
even economics is based on assumptions
\nso i assume
\nhe\u2019s the outcome of
\nabnormal cell division
\nin his
\nmother\u2019s foetus<\/p>\n
he is the eternal dreamer
\nthe eugene marchbanks
\nin quest of candida<\/p>\n
his hairs are in fragments
\nlike the palestinians in israel
\nthat breeds in mind
\nthe appalachian dulcimer
\nthe chasm
\nthe glorious opium
\nand the hazed kubla khan<\/p>\n
his eyes are but
\n\u2018A Psalm Of Life\u2019
\nlike that of scarecrows
\nin which leans the
\n\u2018Hollow Men\u2019<\/p>\n
i assume
\nhe is the one who will take
\n\u2018The Road Not Taken\u2019<\/p>\n
he is the one who will crave for
\n\u2018The Last Ride Together\u2019<\/p>\n
will seek
\nand kill
\n\u2018Porphyria\u2019s Lover\u2019<\/p>\n
He is a windless
\ncoldblooded oppressor
\nonly in his kingdom of
\npen and paper<\/p>\n
3-TO AN OLD FRIEND<\/p>\n
Penetrate into the oblivion
\nTime we used to sing
\nThe archaic songs of anarchy
\nLike two climbers criss-crossing each other
\nEmbellishing our own swollen sovereignty
\nIdentical in shape, size and mass
\nWith an unvanquished fidelity
\nWe used to sit by the drain
\nUnlike old lovers,
\nFor our love was like a cannonball
\nQualifying the metaphysical conceit.<\/p>\n
Into the woods of haze
\nI was pedalling dreams
\nYou were my training wheels
\nBarefooted on the fugitive past
\nFalling running and giggling away.<\/p>\n
Neighbourhood now plays the gramophone
\nOf a fidelity unrestrained
\nWhat went wrong!
\nBemused by this question!
\nFriend learn to remember not regret.
\nOnce murmuring windows-muted
\nBrick lanes and water logged pavements
\nNow resonates our muffled laughter
\nFor what I write today
\nWasn\u2019t right then.<\/p>\n
4-PAUPERISM<\/p>\n
Where do they come from?
\nWhere do they go?
\nPaupers will never know
\nMeandering blonde lane
\nEventually slants on the anonymous.
\nThe anatomy of anonymity
\nCan be seen but
\nCan\u2019t be read
\nWhere ruby awaits the bride
\nWhilst Paupers wait for their trial
\nFrom budding tulips
\nTill swollen capsicums
\nSinging the songs of emancipation
\nThe songs of renaissance
\nBut for what fruit?
\nIs it a fruit or a leech in disguise!
\nThat metamorphosed science
\nInto a Nemesis
\nPaupers will never know
\nThe fruit of anonymity<\/p>\n
Arindam Banerjee is currently pursuing his M.A in Linguistics 1-asriyah the lofty waitress asriyah burnt alive near gaza somewhat like joan of arc she was heretic in her own right (asriah asriah) how are you today better than yesterday better than the day before!!! you black mamba mouthed you langston\u2019s muse you leopard heart you clad in blues how are you today better than […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":934,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2285","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nfrom the University Of Calcutta.He is passionate about music and
\npoetry. His poems were published in an anthology “The Poetic Bliss”\u00a0<\/em>in
\nthe year 2012.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"