NAYANIKA DEY

NAYANIKA DEY

KEEPSAKE

(SONNET)

We were yet to dive into unknown depths,

Of all those words still unheard and unsaid,

In a room so much filled with hope-wrapped breaths,

But got trapped and lost in the maze ahead.

Fading out to fade in opaque disguise,

Resting in the heart of light and darkness,

Merged only our dead past and present sighs,

Trying to whelp hope, amidst hopelessness.

As the sheets laid all alone and wrinkled,

And moments once got inhaled and ran miles,

Of race betwixt floor and roof are now lulled,

To sleep as memories and those keepsake.

A game of life- lost and found, found and lost,

Hide and seek will go on till Styx gets crossed.

BEAUTY IN MY BROKEN PLACES

It is as ardent as a ruby

And nonpareil as a gold,

Decked with keloids like pearls

It is a pure treasure trove,

Of bloodstained esteem to behold.

It is as byzantine as an art,

Spilling notions of forgotten seasons,

Frescoing the final caged tumultuous echoes,

That had once ripped and rushed

From this heart within.

WHAT IS IT?

It is nothing but the pains and pleasures

Of that blood clotted scar,

On the pinkened flesh of mine

Tasting peace and making me remind

Of those historic embalmment,

Of my conquests and of vanquished released.

I am just drifted through

And addicted by the beauty

In my broken places

Across, beyond and beneath.

SURVIVORS

Ruckuses uproars and turmoil

But that was not all

That our ears perceived

Bloodshed carnage and bloodbath

Of our own bloods

That was what our eyes lived with.

Our bodies were tripped over, tied up, tasered

Spanked, flogged, scourged and savored

By the inhuman communities.

With blood leaking out

From swelled veins

And with lesions and cicatrices

Getting deeper with every perforations

While we sat fragile, worn

Looped, lassoed and shackled in silence

Watching shadows and scenes

of assaults, electrocutions, bashings

Decollations and alive burns

Waving  and calling deaths,

And we are some of the bondage survivors

From a world without peace and enslaved.

FREE THEM O' GOD!

Free them O' God!

For, the wind is spewed with ashes of hatred,

The bilboes that wait to bangle the innocents,

Hauling them down the barbed streets,

And caging them up, to blaze in iron aviaries.

Free them, O' God!

For the ocean is not thirsty any more,

It is full till its gullet, quaffing in pints the viscous gore,

Sluicing out from the naive skulls,

And from the distressed hems of their hearts.

Free them O’ God!

For the sod is no longer bleak,

It has drenched itself in the guileless claret,

Flushing out from their green dead ingenuous veins,

And sloshing about under its skin.

Free them O' God!

For the day doesn't know, for whom to wake up,

When merry-go-rounds and slippery slopes,

Are becoming the roller coaster rides to deaths,

And the juvenile paper crowns breed orphans.

Free them O' God!

For even the night hasn't slept for years,

The sounds of tormented voices, in the lap of gunshots,

Are hovering and echoing in its ears,

Making it stone deaf in every midget of seconds.

Free them O' God!

Free them all!

Free your pure and guiltless mortals,

What sins have they sowed?

That you are making them plough for!

NAYANIKA DEY

NAYANIKA DEY is a “Naji Naaman Literary Laureate 2017”, Lebanon. She will be receiving the honorary title of member of Maison Naaman pour la Culture for her manuscript “Library Of Perfumes”. She is a 23 years old aspiring poetess from Durgapur, West Bengal, India. She is currently pursuing her Master's degree in Economics and Actuarial Science from IAI. She is a published poetess in The Criterion: An International Journal In English, Galaxy: Multidisciplinary Research Journal and Indie Affair. Feathers (The Hall of Poets),Oh My Sweetest Love- A Timeless Treasure, Graffiti Wall For poets, Galaktika Poetike Atunis / atunispoetry.com,Let The Pen Speak For PEACE: A Poetry for Peace First Anniversary Anthology, From The Closet Of The Heart, Around The Corner - Where Hope Remains, IMMAGINE & POESIA" 2017, Italy, The Peace Anthology – People against Genocide: Stop Chemical War in Syria.  She co-edited “From the Closet of the Heart” and “Graffiti Wall For Poets” and is a preface writer of “Withering Dreams” by Poet Muhammad Shanazar. She will be launching her poetry book on October 2017 at Pentasi B India World Poetree Festival, Hyderabad, India.