Poetic Injustice

Seasons

2006-05-05T11:39:00.000-07:00

April Last,
Came Spring,
Karanjis bloomed,
You met me,
Happy was I

April this,
Oppressive heat,
Withered flowers,
Know not where you are,
Blandness is everywhere

(Cross-posted on Pulp Non-Fiction)

Linear

2006-04-01T07:42:00.000-08:00

Everyone thinks, I should think this way;
Everyone thinks, so I should think that way too.
Everyone thinks apart, scared I do the same;
Everyone thinks so I think too.

Everyone does what I do, parts thereof;
Doing what someone else has done;
Am I treading the road less travelled ?
Or is that too scary, afraid that I'd be shun ?
Everyone thinks, so I think too.

Why do I do what I do - Is it because I want to ?
Or is there more to it ? As they call it, duty.
But within what I wanted to do lies that mystic beauty.
But can I even fathom, what I want to do ?
Everyone thinks, so I think too.

No final answers, I'll do want I think I want to.
I always think, what do they think ?
Should I do what they think ? Only to think again;
Don't they understand, it is not for the same reasons,
Everyone thinks, that I think too.

Another Mushy Poem, Not!

2006-02-17T01:08:00.000-08:00

In the pink house,
By the iron gate,
Under the moon,
Our eyes met for the first time

Through moist eyes,
A grinning face,
And a graceful gait,
You stole my heart

Up the marble stairs,
Beside the sofa,
Close to your mattress,
You amused me

By your antics,
Through your tantrums,
With your scares,
You taught me to care

With feisty leaps,
With beastly bites,
and stealthy ambushes
You fight like a tiger

Shine on, you crazy dog
Shine on, my pet!

Dedicated to my most favourite German Shepherd, Bushy, who turned 10, this Valentine's Day!

Lead me to the light

2006-02-10T07:04:00.000-08:00

Dark, a pitch black world;
A heavy veil of darkness.
Groping in the dark,
Hear a shriek and outbursts of pain,
Hear someone cry, mistake it for myself.

A solemn, silent sound of sobbing;
An impending failure, waves of excrutiating sorrow;
Also a group, grieving for a dear one.
A swirling confusion and accompanying nausea,
I still can't see a thing, I reiterate its me.

No light in sight, no end of any imaginary tunnel;
Falling through a black hole.
Free falling through the tunnel of ego,
I had mistaken it all - me only me.
Self pity and victim of fate.
Until I opened my eyes to see.

There they were all, laughing, jeering,
Even taunting, pointing at me.
Or was I mistaken again ?
So should I choose to go back ?
To that familiar world of darkness ?
And shut out all light.

- Shamit Bagchi

A mistaken prayer, a false offering

2006-02-08T01:50:00.000-08:00

Distant thunder, heavy rain
A little pleasure, a lot of pain
Soothing music, playing in some faraway place
Now reap the seeds of disgrace.

A heavy shadow, the misty plain
A bunch of men with a fresh plan, again
The steaming cups of tea, sound of prayers
A scheme gets resolved in the mind of the slayers.

The exact spot, a foolproof game,
The desperate bunch has no name.
Full of invective, bubbling with poison,
They accuse the leaders, they say,
"We have to get this undone !"

"You have soiled, our hallowed world,
So we will soak you, in your own blood,
We will stab you again and again and again"
A stream of blood flows, gushing down the drain.

Another stream of the crying, await
A good night's sleep, will never come again.
A deathly silence, a nervous wait,
Staying alive but going insane.
Distant thunder, heavy rain, flailing arms,
Outbursts of grief, and immense pain.

A few days of peace pervades; they cannot tolerate which;
Cannot bear the arrival of blissful beauty in the valley
Seems like a time of peace, memories of strife, left behind, very far,
Or is it ceaseless, an elusive, perpetual war ?

A greater cause ? To break any form of human civilization ?
To tread on the path of sheer destruction ?
What dark desires, what martyrdom they seek ?
Of atrocious, savage, barbarians they reek.

Is this what their blind doctrine teaches ?
Everything sacred, the basic sanctity of human life that it breaches.
Killing at ease, playing with flames
How on earth do we stop their games ?

Distant thunder, heavy rain
A little pleasure, a lot of pain
Melancholy music, playing in some faraway place
Now reap the seeds of disgrace.

The dormant, uneasy earth, shakes,
The sleeping bride, awakes,
To never rise again.
Boulders rushing down, the earth caves in.
The bunch of men were asleep, some drunk, now dead.
Nature has given a verdict, it has said:
"You wanted to spread your scourge all over the place,
Now reap the very seeds of disgrace."

- SHAMIT BAGCHI

Seven

2006-02-03T22:54:00.000-08:00

The trapping ego,
And the false esteem,
Killing relationships,
Give in, or kill it?

The flashy car, flashier dress
His fat pay and her good looks,
Coveting all that's not yours
Give in, or kill it?

The extra butterscotch,
More honey, more sugar
One more helping please
Give in, or kill it?

Nothing but your body on hers,
your skin mingling with hers
Craving for all but love,
Give in, or kill it?

Forgetting to forget,
Banishing essences of pardon,
Blinded by the burning rage,
Give in, or kill it?

Tripping your fellow mate,
A mind that wants more-
More this and more that
Give in, or kill it?

Potato couch, lazy chair
Coke and chips,
Hour after hour of acedia
Give in, or kill it?

Now and then,every single sin,
You oughta give in,
If you know not what it does,
Why will you want to kill it?