Two Poems by Boidurjyo Bose
Tremendous colourful black,
Memory creases into feline doors ,
Cute love weighs heavy on this Calcutta summer, and
A constant taunt from the cartwheels....
Her hands guide me through Gide's corridor,
I see weights and scales, dancing like paint brushes;
Can't paint and so deciding to join the dots in my dream—
Ashes fly, their wings revealing what motherly love can be,
Landing eggs on temples!
I lose my hunger
I gain sight
Everything turns water
End seems a myth,
I realize weight
I rode my weeping bicycle along the goosebumps on my skin, one day...
That day no sun rose
That day the world forgot the moon
Only books of no-knowledge clouded the cat's home...
At the bent of the road stood
A friend from my last birth
Holding a placard that said
"Life is zinc"
With fresh ink I gulped him down...Alcoholic!
A tree shimmered in the distance—I neared
How covered it was with bats flown from the city's womb...
Wept, kept on weeping as if typing news for print...
I saw time hanging as an exposed fruit, I heard
A cab honking, I smelled
A door blearing,
The world flinching limbs
Everything seemed alright.