Poem 14 (7.2)

 

Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 7, Number 2. November 2024. ISSN: 2581-7094

 

 Joystick

--- Tamali Neogi

 

Out of the protection of dreams,

When life attacks me smartly,

Seven warriors around one, Abhimanyu in the middle,

Preposterous,

 

I succumb to defeat,

Gliding from the higher zone of self-expectations,

To the lower level of compromises,

What controls my movements,

Sets my attitude and altitude,

Offers me a controlled descent,

Is Lord your voice, the joystick?

 

Hear the reverberations of thy song,

Heard before or deja vu, of which

Love like light particles spreads out

As ripples in water,

Moving in dream!

 

 

Light and Shadow

--- Tamali Neogi

 

When darkness works on me as poison in entrails,

Stabbed spine, broken bones, raped genital left to perish,

I in half dead’s agony open my bruised eyes,

Live long . . . live long . . . remember the blessings of ripe hearts,

Just then the serpentine cloud starts to breathe.

 

In the storm of dust, desert mountains are blown off,

Though not the laboratories of lies,

The curtain of dusk to descend fast

On my face, I feel mom’s tears,

“come back, come back,”

What marvellous architecture is formed,

Like light and shadow working in tandem, blood and tears,

As the baby sun lowers his head a little,

I lend him, my colour,

Mom, rise up.



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