Malla Sahitya || june || Ranjana Bhattacharyya

|| Malla Sahitya ||  Ranjana Bhattacharyya

The period

Cause of a suicide, 

catacombs of the infernal clocks, 

Twitching  understanding, 

twisting the gonged sleep, 

And then a ridiculous smile

Consecrated the death, 

 The body is in proper shape like

Still born. 

The Soul behaves like 

a stranger ,neatly  and patiently waiting for the body to be cremated, 

The body knows its

Trade and soul its credentials. 

Let the curtain fall and tick tock

The clock.... 

Whispers and silence

The man is not good.. 

Whisper his palms

Whisper his feet

Whisper his eyes

Whisper his teeth... 

The man ignores, 

Cause, he knows

He is neither palm nor feet

 He is no either eyes no or  teeth

    palms want to slap

feet want to kick

              eyes want to curse

 teeth want to chew

       HIM

He is aware of the conspiracy

Of his body part, 

He is aware of the sanctity of His inner soul, 

               They know he tells a lie. 

HE knows he can speak  the truth and

      Only  the truth.