Three Poems by Basab Mondal

Repercussions

The memories appear

like a mellowed tiger

approaching a village.

Brushing off the flesh 

hidden in between the claws, 

they swim past 

the river.

I hone a knife.

I can see you, clear.

Just then

I discover, I was in a dream.

A cinematic sequence 

Time climbs down

the dystopia scented stairs 

The focus alters

time and again.

The revengeful scene 

zooms up.

A deep shadow 

accompanies the ballerina's skirt.

Fade-in,

Fade-out.

Life here is a synonym of sleep 

and Death a sequence. 

Wish

 

Do the birds 

ever die a natural death?

Do they dissolve 

into the blue vistas of the remote sky?

Do the fishes 

ever die of illness?

Do they wither 

into the muddy slime of the deep ocean?

Whether they do or not

I wish to

disappear in the nothingness 

of my own inner-self.