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CITY SCAPE, INSIDE A DEAD PICTURE, GOING AWAY

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CITY SCAPE

Across the broad streets the buildings

Shape shadows and human whimpers

 

Clutter the sideways.  We nurture emotions

Like unwanted money plants sprouting

 

Patchy colours on corroded window hinges.

Always the city tosses sleepless on its own over

 

A bed of dead neon lights. A train

Shivers in its rush to deliver lonely

 

Passengers to deserted stops. Darkness

Shimmers with overhead stars and loses

 

Eyesight.  this is my city. My homecoming

Coos with pigeons on the acute ledges

 

And the city overacts in wordless

Gurgling of lost noises and unwritten

 

Autobiographies, before yawning again.

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INSIDE A DEAD PICTURE

Hide the bite marks,

Darkness has only turned

Sides.  here shadows grow

Barbed hunger inside the

Waiting beast, snoring violence.

 

This untamed animal of colourless

Cruelty has barged into

Many silent pictures.  It has

drawn macabre graffiti in human

Blood splattered in failures.  It was

also printed bloody tattoos of

disorder in silent curses

and unsung death,

on our dreamless chests.

 

We have forever manuscripted

Sacred texts, we have composed

anthems and drawn new maps.  Yet

this eyeless gape has

scurried past the ceasefires of

love and humanity,

with claws of incessant ruin,

damning men and machines.

 

Hide the wounds,

Now the night roars, for

How long who knows. The

Darkness has only turned

Sides.

GOING  AWAY

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Our mangled sighs will furl atop

Such distances yet not adorned by the

 

Bleeding stones, the road left sometime

Back as hungry bookmarks forgotten

 

In an unread manuscript.  You said, who

Read monuments of breaking hearts now a days

 

And a lonely bird cried whole night

With chillingly dark memory strings.

 

Nobody could sleep. How could

Measured dreams that climb without love

 

Resist the temptation of dying without

Even knowing? And you easily survive

 

All these. Distance has its own excavation

inside the journey of  lovenessness.

 

The museum of pebbled sighs is now no more

Free, charges entry fee in quorum of

 

Lost relations.  You said, who reads

The history of unused emotions spent freely

 

Nowadays. distances applauded.

(Amarendra Khatua is India’s ambassador to Argentina. Known in diplomatic circles for his negotiating skills, Dr Khatua is a prolific poet who writes with the same finesse in Oriya and English).

 


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