Living sky molded with colour
The dreaded sun making the life of death fuller.
Raving lunatics run around in circles
Laughing at the sober blue above
Around in circles
They dance for their fire
Around their lives
Lives one mocking liar
Spread to the directions
Of the meaningless compass
Their arms wave in maddened bliss
Drained of sanity
Drained of sin
In their heads
Chaos is locked in
Beating at the padded walls
Chaos wreaks its rule
The eyes unseeing of what happened
No one can call me a fool
Only too aware are they
Of their ravings
Only too nauseous
No knowledge of leaving
Leaving this hellbound hole,
No leaving at all
The heart and eyes
Watch over what is being done
By this strange body
Visitors in a strange land
Watching as the body spins itself
In circles in the sand
As the mouth gapes
And the laughter pours out
Like a flooded river
Empty in some way
Humourless
Just a maddening urge to laugh
To mock this world as it stands
For it deserves no better
It deserves nothing
If it gives nothing
Just lay there and laugh
For it is I who controls this world
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
My Butterfly
My Butterfly
© Copyright Abhijit Chanda 2004
With gentle caress
And sweetest touch
The butterfly alights on my hand
With golden wings
With ruby emeralds set
Into its soft wings.
With unending wonder
I gaze at it.
How could such beauty choose me?
How could the honor befall
This simple man like me?
Honored indeed
I am to see
Such beauty with folded wings
But if I move,
If I twitch,
This beauty shall take wing
And never be seen again.
So I hold still
As a night in midsummer
Watching and waiting
As this butterfly breathes
Sitting dainty
In golden glory
Upon my hand like living jewelry
But alas
A twitch comes unseen
To shake the hand that holds thee
And then thy wings open outwards
Stretched
And beat the air in startled fashion
And off you flutter
Through the flowers
Away from me
Just for the one twitch
That I couldn?t stop.
But you shall always live in my eyes,
Butterfly
With ruby-emerald wings
And I hope you forgive me
And come back to me
Someday
And I promise
Never to twitch again.
© Copyright Abhijit Chanda 2004
With gentle caress
And sweetest touch
The butterfly alights on my hand
With golden wings
With ruby emeralds set
Into its soft wings.
With unending wonder
I gaze at it.
How could such beauty choose me?
How could the honor befall
This simple man like me?
Honored indeed
I am to see
Such beauty with folded wings
But if I move,
If I twitch,
This beauty shall take wing
And never be seen again.
So I hold still
As a night in midsummer
Watching and waiting
As this butterfly breathes
Sitting dainty
In golden glory
Upon my hand like living jewelry
But alas
A twitch comes unseen
To shake the hand that holds thee
And then thy wings open outwards
Stretched
And beat the air in startled fashion
And off you flutter
Through the flowers
Away from me
Just for the one twitch
That I couldn?t stop.
But you shall always live in my eyes,
Butterfly
With ruby-emerald wings
And I hope you forgive me
And come back to me
Someday
And I promise
Never to twitch again.
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