Category Archives: Poetry

Shall we as ghostly fireflies,witness moonlit atrocities together,perched on windless gravestones to take this chance, as transient beingsserendipitously trappedin the wintry wineglasses of alleyway devotees; They witnessed once, how their gem-encrustedshipyards brushed the sky, brought down a rainof carnivorous silvers- & decked a church with neon roses,spat mica onto the heathens’ hands Come back toContinue reading “the creatures in the primrose fields”

I stand myself forcing to staystill, and think of youI’ve seen the end of usI impose to my mind the craving of yourattention, as you are more than a friendyou are an excusea distraction Go on, say goodbyeto the one that i love,here Pretend that i love you morethan i tolerate youeven more so thanContinue reading “Mirror Mirror”

By Shamik Banerjee Women’s History Month Poetry Winner From archives of Indian poetry,Your Palanquin, sweet accent to me bore,of strong-led womanhood, Your verse taught me,of such august life I knew not before.Valorous daughter of my motherland,Your enthronement, had all diverseness eased,Your governance- the first feminine stand,had women from their impoundment released.Whether the Dandi March orContinue reading “To Madam Naidu”

The Banker: petunias floating in a molten river ofpennies, what makes up simpleblood & bones, the killers waiting for a beggar’s ragdollbetween the emaciated fringes carving outFifth Avenue — & what now? Will Laura surrender all worldly oysters to be wrappedin a navy apron (out of sight, out of mind)on the prowl for spare change,Continue reading “Act 1: The Banker’s Dispute With Laura”

Fluffy Boy Cute fluffy boyPlaying with yarn of a toyAs your clean white hair rustle with the windAs you bear brown little markings look like a marshmallow. Cute Fluffy boyHow carefree must you beTo sleep in the middle of the corridor where the humans walk.To loaf with such easeTo sploot with such grace Cute FluffyContinue reading “Fluffy Affections”

The past, I cannot stop thinking of it.The cast the bounds my footThe chains to the people that don’t give a hoot.About my heart and my soul.Cast it in the fire, as I should have yesterdayAs I should put my eyes on the future. The future, as they like to say, sunlight is aheadBut howContinue reading “Shackles of the Past”

Its tough on you.Handling all the paperTalking to the callerAppeasing the cussing customer. A bag filled with mails,Yet none of them are for you,To give u respiteTo give you comfortTo tell you “you did a great job”To tell you “you are too precious for this”To tell you “you are a treasure.”To tell you “you areContinue reading “Sweet spirit at the front desk”

Dear Friend, I should never have taken your word for it.When you said I am free to talk about my fears.For the future, for our plans.Whether I will succeed at work or not.I opened up to you,And instantly your kindness turned into dismissal. Dear Friend, I should have never taken your word for it,When youContinue reading “The Broken Promises”