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Éphémère
Today A single blank page In a one-paged journal One spotless page For today, only today To be filled with words That lived today For today, only today A journal that will be discarded Into the invisible sea of yesterday Tonight
The Emperor\’s Old Clothes
Hey, look, an emperor of fate\’s define! Say, his jacket\’s made of cloth so fine! Cloth so fine as invisible fumes Spun in complex, convoluted looms Dressed in that finery and arms outstretched In the middle of a square, an enormous spread The subjects look at him as an object of amuse With kaleidoscopic eyes,Continue reading “The Emperor\’s Old Clothes”
Question of the Sinner Stomach
Burning eyes and shallow my breath.A knocking buzz constant my head.Revolting against inertia deathly,Limbs, spine, heart and belly.The brain begs and begs for mercy.I put foot down–ever so gently,\”Just a few more hours and we\’ll be done.\”\”One last push and this\’ll be won.\”But, we are here, in an interrogation room.Not being bailed out anytime soon.TorturedContinue reading “Question of the Sinner Stomach”
The Communion of Rocks
I was once drafted Into a communion of rocks. There was a war out there Between various pointless blocs. A war between rocks, Rocks dumb and inflamed. They fought with words, empty words that blamed. A rookie soldier, I, Among leaders of rank nonsense. It all seemed alien to me— Somewhat touchy and tense. AndContinue reading “The Communion of Rocks”
Umbra
As the queen\’s shadow rose higher,higher than even the Sphinx;The Great Pyramid was dismantled,inch by inch by inch. Many a king lost his crown,Many a general lost his sword;Trust was in the gutters of Cairo,and shame in the waters of the Nile. Soon Egypt will be in ruins–a corollary of fears, desires and whims.
Paper Tigers
Tiger, tiger, burning bright; Made of paper, serves you right. Tongue of steel but fluffy butt;All you can give is a paper cut. Proud of rank but courage scant;Your middle name is psycho-phant. Questions aplenty, answers none;If we question, we are done.Silent footsteps and hidden claws;Playing us around with wicked laws.When its good, you scowlContinue reading “Paper Tigers”
Billu
Billu is a lone ranger.Billu has no one.But he\’s also lonely. Billu limps.His head keeps shaking.Even in his sleep.Perhaps he had an accident. Billu feels cold at night.He wants to enter our house.For food and warmth.And love.Perhaps he belonged to someone.Sometime, somewhere. Billu is somewhat silly.He wants belly rubs.He\’ll lie down belly up.Then he wontContinue reading “Billu”
A Pretty Good Me
I may not be a Superman,Forget about an Übermensch. A Lincoln\’s a far cry,A Mahatma? Not in millennia. Am a poor facsimile of dad,My bro\’s got a better mug. But one thing I’m sure of:I’m a pretty good me. And the day I becomeA poor imitation of I, Sincerity will take a hikeAnd I’ll stopContinue reading “A Pretty Good Me”
Time
And days rolled onlike wheels on a black charioton a never-ending journeythrough limitless void.Heroes and villains rose and fell.Theses and antitheses were made and marred.Kings were rebels once.Villains are heroes once.And Time made history of them all–time and again.An unchanging historyof follies of manand glory of man;illusions of grandeurand unannounced twists of fate.They thought they\’llContinue reading “Time”
Anupam Choudhury 