Author: Rianka Bose Saha
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Scribbles in my diary
A love note to myself When am engulfed, in unsolicited storms I write a few lines about the weather, to start on a good note Don’t really know the person The stranger, that I will be A stranger, I haven’t met yet What would I look like? A few more freckles, frowns of missing a…
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#Gone girl
Days of paradise and days of hell Am this and much more And everyday in between as well Somedays am the empty coffee cup inmidst of the torrential rain And sometimes, the overflowing seams of yesterday’s pain Forbidden laughter hidden, behind your day old stubble Or a bijou hidden under layers of rubble The forgotten…
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#Lies
At the end of mirage street I set up shop one day Bits of broken promises And famished love Trinkets galore, my tiny shop soon created a furore The shop runs brisk There is never a dull moment nigh I sit quietly amidst my wares As the miserable world passes by Some lies I have…
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#Partition 1947
We don’t need the colors Rioting within our skins Merging with the salt Of our palms and dried tears Shrieking against our breath And yet we find ourselves Drenched in thirsty colors Of faith We don’t need your gods Protected in the sanctum With doors of gold While edges of our dupattas Lie soaked with…
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Abandoned Books
Who cares about books anymore? Aren’t they just crazy scribbles Of an insane mind? Which still believes, that words matter? Who would care about, A library? Which is eventually burnt down To make way For things, more important ? They say, Books crave solitude Lone man’s treasure It isn’t fashionable to read, Habit of nerds…
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Elegy for women
And one day They will come for me It wouldn’t matter how old Or young I be It wouldn’t matter If I loved reading books Or lose myself in reverie What would only matter is That I am a piece of flesh To be devoured Raped, mutilated Butchered And burnt Beyond recognition So that my…
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Insanity
The point of no return From the edges of sanity Losing it One step at a time Till I find myself In the labyrinthine maze of mythical minotaur Ravenous for my bloodied head Sniffing around the gaping holes In the jaded wall, sacred Which I built painstakingly Over a thousand years And forgot to abrade…