NANDITA SAMANTA

NANDITA SAMANTA

SURREAL

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Beautiful thoughts emerge and die

Silently cremated beside

ephemeral dreams,

In darkness ghostly dreams haunt

Lingering as autumn leaves on the ground

Look up  towards the stars but

Badly failing to reach.

End up,in a stingy compost pit.

Dwindling in the present

Dreaming of a beautiful tomorrow

Wade the swamp with travail

The known truth-

Scuffling off the mortal self

The burial of our barren principles

end up,sucked-in by a quicksand

The world oblivious of the outstretched hand sinking slowly.

In the cold tempting mirage seen

Dreams swirl in circles as rolling dices

Whispers of cravings hard to resist.

Locked up in a tower of delusion

Losing the key to freedom

End up ,joining  a circus parade bandwagon .

This is amazing~~

dream , wish , pray

But never believe in doing.

Life is like a paper- mache

Outcry ,cry wet in adversity

Once dry-

Fair weathered paint mask

Of betrayal and inhumanity .

End up, floating with double edged hypocrites.

Tra la la~~~ Life is good.

Copyright©nsamanta.2016.

IDENTITY CRISIS

Just like ocean tides break rocks and boulders ;

And scatter them on the banks as sand,

Women you have broken time and again ,

Searching your identity amongst the rubble.

You are a daughter , a lover, a wife , a mother;

Broken into fragments by time .

For ages have not seen the sunshine;

Have not heard the wind whisper your name,

You have sacrificed yourself without a claim,

Have heard own sighs in silence.

Now it's time break your rusted shackles;

Pick up your broken fragments .

Explore , introspect , find you in yourself ...

Blood smeared dreams died an unnatural death

Your longing blood like a burning candle will cease,

Stop the act of longing appease.

Say goodbye to crestfallen nights of lust and greed.

Remember you too were born with desires and passion,

You're as much omniscient as saints and shaman

Women you have the power and depth of a sea .

Don't look for, you already have an identity -

Just name and write your own destiny.

©nsamanta 26.3.2016.

FROM RED TO RED

Every sunset blood red

Leaves me sodden in mystery  tears

Falling curtain of the day invites

Purple and blue surreal dreams

Shackled in manacle of deceit I bleed

Loneliness ravenous like vampire feast

Dark shadow licks my saccharine wound.

Night sinks in an ark of darkest cloud.

Stars speak distorted truth in silent gestures

Allure whispering blue storms

To hold someone close to me I long

A machismo to my rescue come

Before I melt into the depths of the night.

Hold me in a warm embrace and

Fiery kisses illuminate my tiny firmament

Warmth seep into my precipitated blood

Whisk me to the dawning light

Love paint the horizons red.

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NANDITA SAMANTA