Poems by Alivia Ghosh

  I Will Fall In Love Again

   There's a haloed slumber within,

Where walls of self collide.

A part melts, another freezes.

Like

A poetry strolling inside me

For long,

Shedding it's autumn yellowness

Dredging the half-dead Bougainville's

All over,

Spilling out secrets of edited love,

Blurred, shadowed, hued, cropped, straightened!

Crumbles of unedited pieces skimmed all over-

Searing the bedewed skin;

Stirred my sleep

With a clenched touch,

That I could not save in the pocket of my being back then.

I stitched the pieces, memory by memory

To hide in the darkest dream chambers

On the breast of oblivion,

The more I hid,

The more needles pierced the sleep.

With every edition I died a bit.

Laying inside blazing fire and cold ashes,

Somewhere in vaccum of painlessness.

A peaceful death!

Someday ages and eons hence

When I wake up after death,

When the poetry inside me is weary and old,

When the edited and unedited

Can sit for coffee,

When all deaths have died well,

Call me hence,

I will fall in love again.

Photographed by Alivia Ghosh

Death-Pits

In matchbox of inhuman sanity,

You perform your characters

The play has suddenly stopped,

Nobody warned you from the backstage!

Oh you, the actor of all times,

Can't act anymore!

Take a step back and live.

But oblivion has blamed your Being

And you are now

A prisoner of your own skin.

The walls have thrown at you

A deceitful argument! 

Felt defeated ever?

You can't act, the stage has collapsed

You can't live

For your masks are over.

The masks that led your way, one to the other for all these years.

Shrunk skin without your facial armour,

Oh human, where's your warfare?

And how powerful is your for?

Can you see them?

In a breathless madness,

Locked down in your body,

You'll soon know your enemy.

It's not the virus.

It's only you!