once upon a time

Despondent, remorseful, sad, sorry---

words too far away to  feel
the feeling within is glass crushing
the shame sinking like an inky blot.

Looking around a reminder hangs
in the air of broken glass and knotty relation
shrouds everywhere, piercing singly
steps are bloody
with yesterday's anger.

Deep within still boils a lava
A single shower can never douse
A cover is needed to cage the being--
the mind needs to stop thinking.

Limbs remember old programs
moving, clanging-- a machine being.
'I' needs to be crushed
smashed and smothered
the finality is a shroud
living inside a 'being'
once upon a time.

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Impending

Floating from room to room
Shackled legs heavy
Stretched palms bloody
Drained in impending doom.

A Macbethian colour hangs in the air
Accusations convict the lizardian brain
Fear and guilt looms dark
The season breaks in fiery bits.

Shrouded being, a carcass lives
Routines played in a mimed stage
Step by step the soul crushed
in unsaid judgements
that cling unseen
Dragging the soul in invisible chain.

Claws reach out tearing the skin
Past raises its shadowed hood
In the shadow is present a fearful tomorrow
Bound by the skeletal frame.


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Crowded Alone

In the crowded cage live

All the nerves

Stinging and chewing

At their own ends.

In the tendrils curl a

Plethora of thoughts

Emotionless feelings

Twisted and turned.

Alone the mind contains

Them all

A cup of crawlings

Raising their biting heads.

Living a life of crowded burns

Singes the heart

Crying alone.

Crowded alone lives

The body--- a bane of living

Dressed in sham.

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the whirlpool of words: midnight ripples

the whirlpool of words: midnight ripples

Here and Forever

A clandestine spot,
A cliff ahead
she reached the point with heart in her hand
every beat, every pulse drummed within
a song so soft, a silence loud
murmured the stream to gurgle down

a deep rumble ruptured its way
from the deep cauldron rose
semes in clusters of play
eyes roam from corner to corner
the feet rustle the hem laces around
ankles tinkle,eager to meet
a spot chosen stands still
deserted of feelings
stoic in its memories

witness to meetings
rendezvous timeless
in its space.. the time flows
rumbling silently
touching all, she stands alone
a promise whispering
her lustrous locks -- sweet nothings fly and rustle away

A rendezvous eyes around
sees footsteps
hears a shadow
feels a fragrance
familiar touch- fragrant as ever

rumbled deep the elated heart
eyes hear the love abound
a rendezvous happens here and forever

idle mind

idle mind

idle mind breeds them all

in the recesses crawl a loft of idea

cohesioning in mercurial bonds

creating thoughts that matter and matter that thinks

idle mind does breed—

thoughts, ideas, bonds, identities

voracious creation in a space of numbness

works its hand in mysterious race

outpourings one day turn inventions next moment

potpourris burst to atoms of form

the content centres and the nuclei is born

all bonds grow to bind – forms form a sculpted ide

Idle minds breeds them all—

We see the world and forget the idea behind…  

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Millstone

What is this pain that I bear,

My albatross that doesn't bare.

My heart breaking to pieces

every time it sees the braces

that holds this motley crowd;

Each in its own hell

Living the fire of inferno.

Hanging from my neck

My millstone I carry.

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the whirlpool of words: Encased "I"

the whirlpool of words: Encased "I": In the case the 'I' lives called again and again to emerge,enter, and re-emerge; The fire the eternal constant. In t...

Encased "I"

In the case the 'I' lives

called again and again

to emerge,enter, and re-emerge;

The fire the eternal constant.

In the case the 'I' lives

turned again and again

to a 'You' and an 'It';

The other always rules.

The vitals suffer recurrently

in the cage sits the soul-

paining yet healing;

The 'I' emerges to fly

to soar away.

In the case the 'I' lives.

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Moment to Moment

Moment to Moment

Tormented again in the moment;

Nothing remains forever,

Lingers thoughts in pain.

 Leaves flown all over

In the dust some remain,

Tormented again and again.

Tormented again in ecstasy;

Strings strummed in pain,

Every beat breaks the body 

Rises over and over again

Tormented again with beats;

Every step a story to tell,

Every arch reaches the sky,

The fingers sing the song of knell.

Brows shoot the arrows of love

Caught again in the mesh it dove

Tormented again and again.

Tormented again in rituals of yore;

Again they come, again they tore.

Streamers of heart, Confetti shower

Wet in tears under the bower.

Tormented again, here they stand-

The world revolves in the loveless band.

The whirlwind blows, creates the tempest

In she dives, a blur of wind.

Tormented again here they stand.

Mridula Das  4th September 2014