DEFEATED ARMY

 Ayan Mukherjee

1

The Jubilee, today

Beyond the ruins

Of yesterday

Turns ephemeral

With the seducing warmth of

Memories…

2

As time erodes

The refuge trodden

And

Moments marooned..

3

A room full of exquisite night

And walls of biting dark

The shape of vacuum..

After the endure,

Enter the divorce,

The void…

4

A walk down the moments,

Where silence alludes,

To unfold the latent,

Never where they consumed

Never will..

They keep coming back to life,

From soil, from earth..

From demise..

5

In sight of futile,

The tears find shape,

As they fall down the roots,

Into the hollows,

Their search for famine,

In times of glory..

6

The sunshine yesterday,

Came to me,

Like a thrill,

It slept beside my window,

Screamed in silence,

Growled in exile,

Like a maverick ghost..

Neighboured my room,

But never peeked inside..

It denied recouping

The grid,

The cage…

The fear of fate,

The cry of fools.

The fall with the poets of anguish…

Their compelled life,

In exile, estranged,

Far away

From my new found love,

The rage…

The persisting nags

The bothers

The periodic cravings,

The inflictions..

And again,

All for nothing…

7

They let me smooth into

Their hallowed dreams,

And I starve them off

Into a solitary land

Of unlived things..

The yearn of poetry,

The devour..

My embrace of denial,

So much of caress,

So much of pale…

How I censor the hike

The radiance in me,

Of today…

And how they help me

Peacefully forget,

Sweeping away the grants..

8

Often, I fall down the mirror

While, the shadow seals itself,

I consolidate their breathe,

The irony they perspire,

 My victory crumbles,

Again..

9

Their disputed defeat,

Their retiring footsteps,

I soak in all,

In sloth.

And embark

In oblivion,

And mayhem…

10

A petition to the army..

Gulp the mute,

Howl up the voice,

Feed the hollows,

Delay the rush,

A drive back to the pits,

Fuel them with pledge..

As they continue

To

Roll on,

The threads..

And their journey to the Sun.