© Copyright 2019 by Sujoy Bhattacharya
A Rare Exile
Post modernism polishing posterior
part of civilization .
A raven raised its bruised beak
to battle with the ugly bestiality .
A bovine call disturbed
the desolate domain, traverse
I was standing on the bank
of Yamuna full to the brim-
as consummate as a pregnant
woman at an advanced stage .
My magenta look craned up to salute
dark clouds pouring
down torrentially melting meticulously .
The fugitive sun took
prolonged shelter behind the murky clouds .
Bacteria and virus were rejoicing
with jubilant exuberance
infesting on human bodies .
My moist feet were eager to soak
warmth from the core
of the earth !
Feline fidelity frowned at the frozen
fossil of moral inertia .
The ether wave echoed a
shrill cry floating
around the globe .
Granules of gorgeous glitters
made a garland to
pay last homage to the corpse
of human civilization.
I descried a floral chariot
descending from the void
abduct me to an alien planet
Transformed I Was!
My destiny played a quirky game with me .
I grew up to be a handsome young boy .
At my adolescent age spring appeared in my
body with all her fervor . I felt a sensation
untasted before . I felt inside how a flower
unfolds her petals after being pollinated by insects .
A mild flame of joy was spraying a supple warmth
to make my blood ebullient with an amorous flow .
Thousand butterflies were sprinkling hues in my mind
to rinse it with the dew of ambrosia from divine well !
But externally I was a coy , shy boy exhibiting all
symptoms of a young girl – soft-spoken , averse to
manly robust attitude , listless pertness was absent
in my character . My mom took me to a sexologist .
He diagnosed that I was a pitiable prey to hormonal
disorder . I soon felt that my chest was showing an
abnormal change -it was swelling out to turn into a
tender breast of a teenaged girl . I was getting transformed
into a girl. Transgender surgery made me a full-fledged girl .
I was a queer being – a transfigured creature . My male
friends changed their behavior overnight . They were extra
careful to fight shy of my company . I exiled myself to forlorn
loneliness to avoid embarrassment. The swans in the pond at
the back of my house looked at me with grinning air. The tall
coconut tree as it were was asking me something that my
mortal ear could not decipher. A fleet of floating cloud sent
me a message congealing into some drops of rain water . I felt
shivering thrill that echoed in my ear that “ I was a girl ”.
A Journey To The Moon
I stepped into your cozy courtyard without permission ,
furtively as a wasp steals pollen grain from the stigma of
a sleeping flower . The foot print of Neil Armstrong
smiled a welcome muse to foster my stubborn
intrepidity . Your home was so dark I could not see
anything . Your black soil was very friendly to my
frozen feet . Your hills were sparkling with the luster
of obscurity to lead my bewildered strides to ashtray
with flippant joviality . In my childhood my mom used
to say that an ageless , wizened lady weaves a texture of
linen for the divine garments of pagan gods and goddesses ,
perpetually , incessantly . I moved my searching eyes
everywhere to meet her . She perhaps went to a hiatus –
not to appear before my mortal view . You are supposed
to cultivate Soma plant for brewing Soma – rasa ,
sap of Soma plant , an enlivening drink for heavenly god
and goddess . But alas! Your barren land disappointed me
and I breathed a morose sigh . Hindu mythological stories
tell that you are the god of moon . You are white in color and
drive the moon chariot across the sky with ten white horses .
What a joke ! Your interiors are so unproductively barren ;
still you are god of fertility . The dew which fell on the plant
overnight , gave them life , comes from the moon . Barren
mothers pray to you for giving boon to get a child . You are
also father of Mercury and Stars .You are the colossal cup
that contains the ambrosia of gods . Your twenty seven
stations represent your twenty seven wives , daughters
of Daksha . Your waning and waxing is a fatal curse imprecated
on you by your father – in- law for showing bias on one of your
many wives . Periodical death ! I ransacked for meeting them .
They were found nowhere . Poets and philosophers heightened
Your status to a lofty summit . You are the source of immortal
Love poems and stories . I had a keen desire to see you with my
human eyes . I am your worshipper , a lunatic devotee . Please
appear before me to quench the thirst of my eyes ! You paid no
heed to my earnest entreaty . Suddenly I opened my dreaming
eyes as your mesmerizing beams gently washed my eyes to rinse
the stigma of idle dreaming . I thanked you and got up to write
immortal poem with your silvery dictation , captivating oration !
In The Other Life
I liked to be a butterfly – a multicolored , listless butterfly .
I could have gossiped with the flowers in the pretext of
collecting honey ! I could hear what the wind whispers into
the ears of flowers so that they danced in glee dangling
merrily . I could run with the air playfully .I could read
what message did the fleet of floating clouds send to
snowcapped mountain peaks . I could take bath in
the deluge of the sunshine to strengthen my languid
wings for eavesdropping what stories of amorousness
the moon beams narrated to dancing ripples of the
rivers . I could know why did the storm punish the
trees by holding their ears – forcing them to prostrate
at the feet of the earth . I could learn why the irate
waves of the seas roar all the time – how their
resentment could be mitigated ! I could attend the
spring festival of the nature for listening to floral
concert to pour molten nectar to my ears .
At the end of my day' s ethereal journey I
could have a cozy bed on the bosom
of blossoms drinking their honey ,
my sumptuous supper , my delicious lunch !
Inside the uterus of my mom,
my closed eyes were gossiping with
the murky darkness of womb. She eats
to kindle the pancreatic fire to erupt with
the molten lava of primitive lust yawning
languidly getting up abruptly from the fossil
slumber . My mental rhizomes rising horizontally
was occupying the Euclidean space to taste the
virility of cosmos . Anatomic vengeance spilling
narcotic saliva was trying to play mockery with
paternal pregnancy blunting the Cupid’s arrow
with the silent sonography of abysmal crevices
of dying dynasties’ vainglory ! A group of
serpentine caravan in quest of oasis ,
lost into the enigmatic mirage blinding the
millions of cosmic eyes with the aromatic
vapor of burnt Vampires . Dissected lactic
glands flowing deluge of undrinkable milk were
fostering quenched thirst to wake up from
untimely hibernation .Church bells were
ringing fanatically threatening the frozen
chest of clergymen’s catastrophe.
Opening my embryonic eyes I closed the door
ajar of the unprotected fort-
pseudoscience frowning at the boldness
from my unborn body
researching human psychology .