Author: Moonmoon Chowdhury
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One… two…many…
The flagrant fire seared her psyche, Waiting was no longer a choice, The serpentine road was spiky, The flagrant fire seared her psyche. She rode the jagged waves, quaky, Harnessing the power of her voice, The flagrant fire seared her psyche, Waiting was no longer a choice. . The flagrant fire seared her psyche She…
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Yet again
Bathing the shiny thread in scarlet hue I tied it around the image cherished, Adding imaginary letters few The venerated word, I embellished. . His radiant countenance I summoned Levitating above the earthly home, In starry sky, the sketch I envisioned Savouring the delight of polychrome. . The call of duty, shattered the stupor The…
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The secret
When fixating on a cold-hearted screen was alien, When working out unbending words was absent, When ready-made, friendly words, pacified doubts, When notes from tomes was the sole writing work-out… When dissecting the elements in others’ creations, Spelled passion-dispassion, in equal measure… An outsider I was, couldn’t decipher the secret, Behind their steady smile, sans…
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Forever and a dream
‘Forever’ twirled and landed, On the soft sands of her tender mind, Transporting her into a perfect realm, Its promise, she held close to her heart. . She signed ‘forever’ on friendships, Watered them with smiles and true words, Branded the patches with unique seals, Securing them against weather’s rough hands. . She wrote odes…
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Let it all go
When darkness clouds the core, Hardships swell, Despair quells ebullient word. Breathe smooth, open the door, Doubts dispel, Mop tough shards of fear, undeterred. . Don’t mourn the past, unchain, Sift the grime, Watch stifling flecks, skid from your palm. Welcome the rainbow grain, Hear its chime, Release… embrace the healing balm. . Picture credit…
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The cage
They eulogise her in their living room debates Endorse her as a role model, who never errs When conversation thickens, they slyly profess How they crafted the Durga from the ordinary clay . They dole out tips and tricks to the miracle Quoting assiduously to their stunned circle ‘Mix six tablespoons each of scorn and…
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Dear diary, dear friend
Knotted chains of words jiggled in my heart The words I repeat in effusive soliloquies Bathed in the resplendent fragrance of love They pleaded and yearned to be free . Effervescent tenderness streamed silently His nearness muted all other leanings I inspected with a meditative ardor The mysteries of his inscrutable temper . Incandescent…
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You
Floating friendless, On the tumultuous waves Of life… Serenaded by the blasphemous sorrow Of transient victories, Humiliated by the discordant dance of mutilated dreams, And, encircled by the emphatic assertion of chastising fear… You slip into an unrelenting vortex, Of pitiless yesterdays… Buoyant oxygen, depleting… Bit by bit by bit… You bow down To the…
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Xenia
Ancient travellers from a distant land, Pilgrims in the temporary, telluric home, Atoms of chaste empyrean love, Bound to each other by a sacred thread. . Race, class, status, anomalies inapt, Divine light, the true creed of the soul, Cherishing each guest, duty paramount, In line with the decree of the Lord. . Photo credit…
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Weakness
Alphabets dance and garland, Into words and sentences, No matter how inane. The compulsion to be visible, Throbbing in each capillary. The fear of oblivion – stifling, The opium of conspicuity – Arresting, overpowering. Mediocrity – an impatient bargain, A small price…to stay afloat. . Photo credit : Aron Yigin (unsplash.com)
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Valley of my heart
There’s a valley in my heart, Where the river of life sings, Where Poppies of hope bloom, And, the tranquil breeze reigns. . There’s a valley in my heart, Where Cedars of love thrive, Where Robins lull the blues, And, the green mead renews. . Photo credit : Sarah Dorweiler (unsplash.com)
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Unjust yardstick
They box and label with expertise, Years of experience come in handy, Indifferent to aspect of the soul, Physical appearance is the key. . Some cages are labelled ‘too fat’, Some say ‘too dark’ with a dark grin, Slightest deviation of God’s mould, Meticulously stamped, discarded as sin. . Some victims withdraw from public sphere,…
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The truth about love
I found solace, In ‘therefore’ and ‘because’, Avoiding webs of doubt and confusion. . Life wasn’t charming, but it was easy, Neatly stacked in cause and effect, An uncluttered room of sensible reason. . I shut the doors and windows, To maintain the status quo, Keeping exotic sights and sounds at bay. . But the…