Monday, July 10, 2017




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.


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.


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.


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!
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 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 /,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.

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