Two Poems by Boidurjyo Bose

 

Weight

1.

Tremendous colourful black,

Memory creases into feline doors ,

Cute love weighs heavy on this Calcutta summer, and 

A constant taunt from the cartwheels....

2.

Her hands guide me through Gide's corridor,

I see weights and scales, dancing like paint brushes;

Can't paint and so deciding to join the dots in my dream—

Ashes fly, their wings revealing what motherly love can be,

Landing eggs on temples!

3.

Falling down

Filling down

Falling down

I lose my hunger 

I gain sight

Everything turns water

Dissolves, dissolves,

End seems a myth,

I realize weight

A Vision

I rode my weeping bicycle along the goosebumps on my skin, one day...

That day no sun rose

That day the world forgot the moon

Only books of no-knowledge clouded the cat's home...

At the bent of the road stood

A friend from my last birth

Holding a placard that said

"Life is zinc"

With fresh ink I gulped him down...Alcoholic!

A tree shimmered in the distance—I neared

How covered it was with bats flown from the city's womb...

Wept, kept on weeping as if typing news for print...

I saw time hanging as an exposed fruit, I heard

A cab honking, I smelled

A door blearing,

The world flinching limbs

Everything seemed alright.