Reflections
1.
Your saliva covers my skin
It dries and joins my body
Your eyes were the like of a meditating saint
Your tongue pushing the inside of my mouth
screams something incorrigible,
devoid of logic;
The fragrance of you lingers on my skin.
The exhausting labour of a metro
Screens your saintly eyes,
Unsettles my rest.
2.
When I wake up
Beside your skin,
When I draw on your brown texture
Aroused,
You close your eyes
Dipping into a deep universe of senses
In a moment
– kept aside,
covered with care.
You
feel a piercing,
A needle piercing your softness-
your sensitive softness,
your open nerve endings,
your pain is blunted.
The open endings
Of the strands of your sensation
Are burning with a blazing fire.
A tiger pounces on you –
his muscles firm, stretched, in their full might:
He becomes a spider.
You are caged in between his long, emotionless limbs.
The stripes of the tiger ignites the flame;
The spit of the spider keeps you still.
You
dream to be a Serpent.
She was bathing
with a thick lather
in a steamy air,
when she saw
in the mirror,
a steamy Girl –
obscure,
muddled up;
an unclean mirror
where she saw
only her eyes
as her own,
which felt repulse
for the beaming reflection
of a
strange setting Sun –
unkempt, unawaited, uncalled for,
propelling her to dig deeper than
the two inches of water accumulated above her feet ;
hot Water drizzling
flowing through her body in unwanted streaks-
an invisible, unforeseen Artist
draws on her body,
helter-skelter,
in no fashion,
the strokes of his paintbrush –
rubbing,
momentary,
now visible, now invisible.
A plaque is running through her mind
in a spree –
ravaging,
knowing no bounds,
uncontrollable.
She looks at the mirror –
fatigued,
and looks at her eyes –
transformed,
from searching
to helpless .
~Samik Chakraborty
Not illusive, I see myself in all of them with whom you have traversed so many roads, differently. Not only can I identify but embody the concern they bore for You.
You were unaware that you are with the same entity, having different names,
bearing different fleshes,
speaking through different gazes;
but my body aches with the familiar smell of your body.
I am in all of them the hands of whom you held, the lips of whom you kissed
and the hearts of whom you threw away with the pleasant smile intact in your fair face.
Now that you have come to me,
the Stars, the Clouds, the mighty Night Sky
are the testimonies.
Once again you have come
for I bear a different face this time as well.
How easily are you
On the face of this Earth
Consistent with your deeds claiming chastity from the new body gasping for breath underneath your Powerful Paws!
I am far away from your City, the city
where you are a cult,
which had a dismal sheen,
with scanning eyes and eerie breeze,
drizzles of gloom and deceptive smiles.
Did Enmerkar’s messenger reach your city in the quest of Lapis Lazuli?
I, in my forlorn, cozy seclusion, yearn to recollect you in vestiges till I meet you in entirety.
– Samik Chakraborty
The Roads fraught with guilt and sneer,
the Roads on which I used to walk past ,
treading,
now derive amusement out of this pitiable creature.
The Roads which we frequented time and again,
hand in hand,
keeping a balanced pace-
our hearts too.
The luscious lips that I glanced with feverish amusement,
surrounded by these roads
are faraway.
The confession left me bereft –
deserted,forlorn, solitary;
Now my heart paces slow
Pining for it’s companion.
Disgrace has embraced me
leaving behind aftershocks of stark emptiness.
It would have been better maybe
if the message would not have escaped
from it’s habitat- my heart.
It flew away-
leaving all floodgates open
in mere oblivion,
swaying the same to flood furthermore,
drowning all my fear , anxiety ,hope, love…
But
the Roads were still dry ,
piercing Me with a thirsty gaze-
reminiscent of unforgettable agony.
-Samik Chakraborty
My love is not real. It is too beautiful to be real. Someone said “it’s an enigma”. But no, it’s not that too.The whole feeling is like a hangover-drowsy, confusing. It’s an addiction from the clutches of which you cannot escape, you don’t want to escape but you don’t want to stay either-it’s uncomfortable, you are not comforted when you need it, and when comforted your soul yearns to wander out like an aimless Bird in the azure sky-free, nothing to hold you back,but then, you need something to pull you back, something that will connect you with your roots.
Love connects people but then someone said love separates too.But when your love becomes your root, you become oblivious of the fact whether you reap happiness or anguish, you just want to experience it,go where it takes you like that Bird -shameless,heedless, incorrigible, boundless.And happy-even in sorrow ,even in pain as whatever he does he remains connected to his root. It’s his identity with which he will stride forward, but not hurriedly;with his own pace -relaxed, contented, having no liabilities , having no worries.
Well, love is confusing. The only mistake that God made was that we are supposed to entangle ourselves in a romantic relationship with a human- a different entity, bearing a different identity, whose root you might not be, might never want want to be.
But then society plays it’s grand customary part- you are liable, you have to stay, constricted , bounded, walled , you cannot escape.
Is that love?
I donot know.
Love is a confusion which I cannot disentangle.
Through an unadulterated array of rainbows
I was taken-
Captivated, overwhelmed, almost mechanical;
after the exhausted journey ensued the end-
sans sunshine,sans blessings,sans rebukes,sans all physical beings.
Alas!I thought myself to be sentient.
I’m that silver ornament in the box full of gold ones-
That adulation which you lost interest in
After taking pride when you went to attend
Just another celebration-
and then immediately refuted recognition;
resumed your old habit.
Well,change is inevitable-
but only for you.
-Samik Chakraborty
The Sun and the Moon don’t complete each other,
by imprisoning them into lightless dungeons-
Eclipses serve that purpose;
by choking them till they writhe helplessly –
Black clouds serve that purpose.
When desolate, solitary in the firmament,
bullies though not conventional complete their existence.
And they say-“instigations of Satan”.
-Samik Chakraborty
There is such indifference from all the directions today,
So much so I feel my sinful deeds have encircled me-
That harmless pure child
Single-minded and absorbing fairy tales
Evolves in my eyelids-
“Childhood! When will you return?”
-Samik Chakraborty
Clustering Thoughts 