Poems by Baidurya Bose
Once again the thunder fell,
Fell, bent-knees, died and sad, pleaded, didn't look up.
All the haunted windows with arms wide open,
Welcomed a gusty love,
Hickory clocks with cruel thighs, placed plates of turkey
And a charm broke loose,
Dreams of shell-shocked screams found solace.. a walk began, a motion into a
No one knows what will happen, why happened what..
What happened why..
No one knows what is the meaning of all these.. why dreams of shell-shocked soldiers at all
And why not that of a crying baby?
No one knows
Only knows that these happened one day... Out of the clock... Out of
Everything, everywhere, everyone.
That these happen,
That is why the spinning of the earth.
A bird called swallow,
An act called absorption,
Cuts through the cloud around my old house.
The ECG of the flight would show all the stories, moving in a ring, as if a tin-drum preparatory rite ,
Out of a hollow rainbow rose—that is how !
A swallow calls,
Sleep pours itself into war,
Rainbow-roses and a seemingly white swallow
And an act called toleration- transformed-absorption
Vanishing into motion,
Drops of blue petals, ice and fire
And blue drops of the sun,
Burnt and alive and brave,
body against body, body into body,
Walk towards, after each victory, the corner closed tea stall.