Bhargab Chatterjee

The feeling as an infiltrator
remains inside me.
All-time I travel
on the edge
of my limit.
Weeds grow everywhere;
though I am not
afraid of bankruptcy.
“No! Sir!!
Poverty is the real wealth.”
Blazing sun-light
cannot burn my home
in the Mercury.

Christmas tree, why do I forget my favourite keys on a keyboard?

I look around and watch, so many people are homeless; they even don’t get water to drink. Icebergs are crumbling elsewhere.

O! Jesus! Let me sit on the side of the river Dnipro and quench the thirst of my mind. I have lost everything. A New Year had never been so accidental, so dark in my life.

An Inferno cannot be a source of light. Elsewhere I watch, innocent children are playing on their mothers’ graves. Is it the planet, You created for us?

When absence grows like a human foetus it creates its own uterus around itself.
Thick wall is impenetrable, only suspicion flows into it like blood.

When thunders and lightnings rampage
across the sky and create innumerable
openings for the cyclones, I switch off
location in my phone and walk around
freely so that no one can access the
spaces that I cover. I believe, something
inconclusive is better and more meaningful
than anything so-called conclusive and
pragmatic.

It is not possible to mark all the blurred zones of misunderstandings because their presences
Act like catalysts.

Unnecessarily we always create a passage for a disaster between one unknown and another.

A dirty pavement
of the North
shouted –
‘Smash the bloody Moon.’
The distant streets
with curious faces
came flying
from elsewhere.
Then a few of them
defected from the crowd
and gathered
in the sunless zone
of the city.
They talked about
a different political agendum.

The black Alley Walk Suede steps on a…… The foot-marks have been withdrawn from…… The manicured fingernails…… A visionary phenomenon…… Sometimes we’re raised by…… Sometimes a door behind you…… The conceit, grown from a fruit-stone…… A provocation can transport us to…… Ok, let’s look at the…… A yellow ochre space in a triangle…… What does a face imply when everyone is forced to wear a mask?

water + copper sulphate
create fear tissues
on a substratum
animal boasting
drives
error-engine
powered by
a vertical thunder
Eve
takes a hot bath
in a cold evening
relatively stark
(=)
a
swallowed fire

The stray pebbles cluster around the cracked and fragmented waters. The hydrodynamic forces control pebbles of different sizes; this is an accepted model of secularism. The inner ice-bones of water swell and play the major roles in buoyancy.

Let us play out a stalemate.
I know,
my silence is not properly punctuated.

Please wait in different stations
of understanding.
Observe
and assess your judgment
until love whistles.

Let us resume another game
after each game.