NANDITA SAMANTA

NANDITA

SAMANTA

INDIGENT INSTINCTS

At the centre of the plush, glazing galaxy

Is a gaping hole, a cannibal with a hunger for energies

Near it time stops, in it time is destroyed.

Alas! Naive human perceptions offer such deception.

Struggle for sustenance and the ennui of endowments

Suck in, the sun soaked dreams and ecstasies.

Yet, hugging the feathery horizons of the mind

There are innumerable mesmerising mirages

Buried beneath the facade of fertile musings,

Having no tepid, doable conception.

Ephemeral dreams, stems on gossamer wings

Pushing through broken breaths, of beaten beings.

There’s a beguiling danger in its beauty

Like a delicate bandeaux of silk and lace

It lures and seduces inhibited desires

Baring naked, faces of opalescent ecstasies

Cocooning inside frosted clutches of biting clime.

Holding on to the vivid magics of ornate whorls

Walk in and walk out of this omnibus world

Emotional humans of indigent instincts.

NIGHTS ARE THIRSTY

A howling scream awakens me from a chaotic dream

That, was crossing the barbed boundaries of my imagination.

Blurry the life was, for unknown reasons

A silent nocturnal sea lulled in me

Salty haze obliterated the vision.

The midnight moon wrapped me in its folds,

cuddling like a mother does to a distressed child in her hold

The earth beneath felt tender and warm

The dew wet emerald grass, tickled the feet, kissed my palm.

The silhouette of the old oak, for the rest I leaned

stretched its branches in a silent reflection,

Shy under the shades of the silver sheen.

‘La Luna’, the guardian of the night, a halo of argent mystery

Hanging in the lonely sky, had seen the lonely child in me.

It whispered a lullaby, drawing me into the formed waves of its crest

Soulful, like a nightingale sang before its death.

Shimmered over my mind, a ghostly light

In a rare hypnosis

Moon, my muse, settled my heart in dead delight!

Bunching all sorrowful breaths in an innocent grip

Cuddling crescent La Luna,

I fell  into a deep foetal sleep.

Baring its teeth, still stare an empty darkness

The night, has a saccharine thirst to satiate,

To annihilate another dream it awaits.

A CHOICE

I give you a choice

your present to alter,

to unlearn things that cause

your lungs to shrivel,

make your heart beat falter.

A choice

to breathe the cardamom evenings,

watch the sky changing colours,

feel the heart rise and fall with the ocean.

A choice

to find solace

in falling rain drops, the slowly rising sun,

and patches of green that still remain .

A choice

to stop singling things

that rip you apart,

plant a cluster of stardust

on your tongue

when your words don’t burst.

A choice

to dwell in a love filled heart

a home, for a limpid start.

Give life a second breath,

a comforting succour to the stale wreath,

brave rise even from the grave.

Or choose

to let me go empty hands,

dwell in a void as before,

let yourself slowly wither

each autumn a little more.

NANDITA

SAMANTA

NANDITA SAMANTA a resident of Kolkata, was in a teaching profession, presently a relationship and parenting consultant, secretary of poetry forum, a multilingual poet, a short story writer, a reviewer, an artist, the winner of poetry competitions organized by popular websites as www.brightlightmultimedia.com/ the-writers-network.com/www.welshpoetry.co.uk/poetry etc. Her poetry collection, ‘Scattered Moments’ has found good readership, is well appreciated and reviewed. Her poems and short stories feature in various international and national anthologies, magazines, journals and e-zines. Poems have been aired in the U.K. And US radio channels and also have been translated by renowned poets. Her paintings have been showcased and sold at various exhibitions. From Kolkata, West Bengal. India.