Samita CHATTOPADHYAY' BIRTH.

Those footsteps !

So very familiar !

I know She is coming …

My Muse !

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There She is …

Where the field meets the sky

And wind sings to allure birds...

She is looking like a wave;

As if she will crush down in no time

And the sand dunes will get a gift of utter silence !

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I can't believe this !

Hey eyes!

Rather get perished

And let a new Truth appear !

There

Quite far away

I can see a group of leopards !

Are they animals ?

Or are they empty Stomachs full of greed ?!

They're surrounded by sub-animal hungry creatures.

And there

She is lying …

My Muse …

Submerged in a pool of blood...

Greed is tearing her apart.

Paws are busy.

Tongues are enjoying dinner...

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One eye is filled with tear,

The other is burning with anger …

Standing still …

I can feel her presence everywhere...

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Continuous oscillation

Pendulum doesn't know to stop

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She is there...

But she is coming towards me !

Red footprints on the ground...

Is Mother Earth weeping ?

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I knew it !

The Earth is trembling...

Volcanic eruption...

Is the Earth puking blood ?

But why am I seeing a spring …

A virgin spring ?!

Zillions of stars are getting scattered …

As if the sky is distributing all that is in its store...

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My fingers crave to touch those stars...

Where are the stars ?

Thousands and million copies of my Muse

Are standing in front of me …

All profusely bleeding,

All wearing crowns of nails !

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So much light !

Or is it utter darkness ?!

Am I conscious ?

Or is it a terrible numbness ?

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A touch between my eyebrows...

Is it She ?

Am I awake ?

Or is it an illusion ?

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Lying down like a log.

Motionless like a corpse.

My eyes are glued to nowhere.

Who's controlling my eyelids ?

Is there a figure in front of me ?

Or is it nothing but an idea ?

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The figure disintegrates...

Zillions of clinquant words

Yearning for expression...

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The words do not stoop down.

Standing erect

They look straight into my eyes.

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The fragrance says she's here

I know, here she is -- my Muse...

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Eyeballs move.

The body walks.

The hand takes a pen

A poem is born

Which looks like a novel...

Samita  CHATTOPADHYAY