Contemporary Literary Review India | eISSN 2394-6075 | Vol 5, No 3: CLRI August 2018
Debasish Parashar
there is a city inside your body
there is a city inside your body
noisy, cloudy and ancient
just that
I have inhabited its ghettos to fill up
its silences
I have lived its margins like a dangerous supplement
resisting and fighting
the blue hours
scattered around your eyes
there is a city inside your body
I have inhabited the corners of that city
clumsy
and rain-clad
gathering roots of nirvana
how lovely
the way
you spread your city skies and I embrace its moon
dimmed by the light-holes of your citylights !
very often than not I steal
stars from your skies
I bury them in
moidams of memory with legends of dead kings
and local heroes for them to transcend spaces of memory and life
stars stolen from your therapeutic skies can paint hues of
beautiful times.
Infinity is Finite
He asked her, "Who are you young lady?"
She said, "I am a stargazer. I can love you all night! I can stay awake for nights
without dreaming, waiting for blue supernovas to blush tamarind skies. I am a
stargazer. I can love you all night!"
He said, "There is no point in waiting for blue supernovas to blush when our hearts
are not blue "
She said with a smile, "Blood is blue. Love bleeds. I wish I could jump into a black
hole till a point of no return."
He said, "Infinity is finite. I can sense that."
She asked "Are we even talking?"
He said, "Till a point of no return!"
She asked, "Have you ever thought about becoming a stargazer? When your eyes
become your body?"
He said, "I am unbecoming!"
She said with a smile, "If you were impressed by the supernovas, you were awake."
He said, "I must not know. Infinity is finite. I can think that."
She said, "I am truly surprised! Surprised like a bird!"
He said, "Surprises are full of lies. I don't really remember where I have lost my
surprises!
Drunken Selfies
I am a little drunk right now
as if I am naked and shot at point blank
for a ban. Drunk as if smitten by this
night lazily femme fatale with disheveled cloths in her boudoir.
Kamayani. This night is a crazy melancholy with eyes of longing.
A pair of eyes with viraha can be so attractive. All puzzles are.
I am so drunk that I can see.
I can hear clouds killing birds with a tipsy sun and I can smell the sun breathe.
I wish birds were a republic of sentiments
could fly a bachata, sensual and sexy ;
could fly like a frizzy piece of jazz cutting Van Gough's ear into pieces. Darshana is
drishti.
I am drunk right now. Really drunk.
Sometimes my nights are full of dualities and paradoxes like drunken selfies.
Sometimes erotic like a lazy husky voice.
An oasis a plateau a carnivore a serpent
a prarthana an idiom a circle a kiss
a mrityu a confession
a moksha an apology
a shringara a trivanga
a karma an apasmara
a lihaaf a doha and what not !
My nights have many faces
but not a ban.
I wish I could fear death more than
I fear formalities