Rita Pal



TERMINATOR

Convenience in the trap
Of high society
Render you to question
Creation God and the devil
Selfishness immaterial
In pleasures of humanity
Fate God Creation
Formed the child
That bricks within you
You manipulate terminate
Crucify it to simplicity
On a silver platter
By the white powered one
Quick quick power power
Erase the Mistake
That brakes your life
Of rulered niceities
that child shall be taken
To whence it came
From thence thou
Shalt return to your niche
Whilst it shall be swallowed
By the devil’s mouth
Fated frothing mass
No midnight lights
No snowball fights
No Christmas Eve
Your child is no more

SARI Affection in light speckled magic Bright dazzled Holi colours melted In diamond gold threaded red Of twisted fathomed saries Swarmed Hitchcock Birds Tresses of fanned pleats Dance round scarlet saries of virgin brides Hidden demure in veiled shadows Where the rose petaled beds See jasmine garlands drown To rhythms of blooded feet Dressed in belled anklets Singing sweetly for kissing bracelets Soundings of heaven’s rains That umbrella in soaked mud Chicken poxed for visual fields Like the passioned monsoons Of the Calcutta rains Sitting sorrowfully watching misted windows Her wedding day removed Aged filled with the times past Where the serpentine whispers And crimson sunsets flames For waking wedding nights She waits in dreams for the feather tailed groom As cliched sickened Bombay movies That manufacture the innocent’s dreams Peel the reality of life Braid in sadness and cynicism Triaded in wickedness Of human nature

PRISONER Four walls stare Like snarling blooded wolves On midsummer’s nights Who long to taste The freedom from sins That lurk in human woods. The word "escape" engulfs the mind In sickness of claustrophobia Penetrating in the depths Of imagined contorted faces Sniggering like school girls. The imprison thoughts To be caught by the seething devil To catch ,disease and kill Wallowed in strangled suffocation In the human box, Like the cobra’s victim Deathed coloured blue To blackshot sleep




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