Two Poems
Painting: Karina Llergo
By Kabir Deb
Girl in a Lonely Boot
A blood-stained cloth covered my body
I was on a unconsciously conscious sleep
At least for the strangers, I was awake
Gazing with eyes broadened evil and good clutched my hands
They wanted to own me
I never knew what good was within me
Or what evil
And now as I am beyond good and evil
I feel guilty of not being me
When I came from the womb
I dreamt of an identity that cannot be touched
Two people gave me that
But was that my real identity
I never questioned myself
Now I am wishing to get back
In that blood-filled body with an umbilical cord
Where millions of days and nights rest
Desire, which had no place in a civilised world
I wish, I had that desire when there was blood inside
And not in the cloth
My tissues are sad of being alone
With no one to spill their blood upon
I wish to live again
I wish to make my identity of which I once dreamt.
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The Woman who Spoke ‘Sex’
A priceless journey
On the road her Messiah asked,
“What was your word when they hurled stones?”
Friction of hands slowed down the silence
Wheels rotated but nobody saw spikes moving
Mehram said, “I spoke on a part that is mine”
The reel started to whirl back to the past
Intimacy on a bed was heard but never spoken about
It was like a political playground
Where only monarchy was dominant
Two bodies met feathering the bliss
After the vermilion shaped her forehead.
On that tiny bench she thought of a life
Where two people forge a unison
Desires of lust and love had equal opportunities
But that bed sewed up a whole new era
Where intimacy was wounded, not shared
Gambling of voices was a peninsula
Tributaries spooked out like a porcupine
Now as the bed came it was a tradition
Eerie, personal, wounded, shallow for her
While it was just a perfume for him
But there were two dead players
Alive yet dead, as they were submerged
Inside an ocean full of lust and greed
Devotion and Unison, spoke her silent lips
Skins gathered over one another
Subsequent nights started building a generation
Her wounds pierced by his allusion
Started to breathe less, as they went miles beneath
One night, all of a sudden she came out like a javelin
Lips separated from one another
Tongue fluttered and she said,
“Marriage never takes away lust, greed, domination
It just gives birth to their descendants”
Judges smirked while she was declared a lunatic
Dropped inside a scavenger filled city
The order rolled around, “Hurl stones to break her!”
As the stones started hitting her,
She saw a mirror breaking before her silhouette
Standing before her was a shadow
Her shadow once swallowed by the mirror.
The Messiah was not a person or a God
It was her Shadow, which she missed every night
O Shadow of mine! Take me out of their evil sight.
Bio:
Kabir Deb was born in Haflong and completed his schooling from Karimganj and his graduation and Masters from Assam University, Assam. Poetry has been his passion since childhood. He looks forward to change the society with the power of poetry. His work has been published in ‘To be my Valentine’ edition of Hall of Poets, Reviews Magazine, Bhor Foundation, Different Truths Magazine.
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