NANDITA SAMANTA

NANDITA SAMANTA

PHASES

I know it’s very selfish of me

to hold you in my quiet musings

and finding relief, filling you

in my dream-torn mornings with joyful yearnings,

and, keeping you within my deep bedim, as an illumination.

You, oblivious of this selfless submission.

I write in cursive, the jealous joys of affinities

feeling the tremors inside, that subside

on my lips in breathless sighs

pruning my heart’s infinite melancholy.

You stand mimicking the shades of the perpetual dawning

helpless, as the hours steal your vibrancy

the golden...the crimson... the orange                   strangely, I suck them all in,

and the colours in you fade in me

enveloping my whole being.

The wafting wind whispers in daunting fervency

but, the discrete fire of inexplicable  urgency

sinks in, to find a refuge inert

in the crevices of my tempestuous heart.

The loud pulses knock on the skin,

the bones prick in denied liberation.

The silky shift of time laughs at the uncommonly intentions.

One autumn habitually you’ll claw

at the wreck of my night in

searing breaths, that sunburn

the eons of memories pieced together;

each, fighting to wake up the mind

from a galvanic stupor.

And the next spring, we’ll scrape with a rasp,

the last few lines, of a unique story of longing.

RESIDUE

We are flipped as stones

across the sea

of dreams that we can’t loom

and the dreams we wish to see.

At the vortex of emptiness

shadows of different hue

blend without clue

with these moments of evanescence.

Wallowing in wild images

in transience and its resonance

the desires and dreams combined

leave nothing but sufferings behind.

MY TRINITY

Your musky essence is a Renaissance of lust

disintegrating my honest integrity to dust,

bringing back days, I had fallen at your feet in specs

and you had trodden on them with disrespect.

My pallid anaemic heart in pain bled

till I could bleed no more, still your inflictions remained unfed.

I feel vulnerable every time, all the same,

but, thoughts run wild and feelings go untamed.

Emotions, both innocent and guile, churn in a grinding kiln

in my thoughts deep, pure and true

like an ocean in rage, quick in tiding sin

the crude darkness of your exploit intrudes.

Whenever you come, I pour myself in a grail

to give you a new lease of life without fail,

you drink me sip by sip, and you drain

every drop, until nothing in me remains.

Then, you laugh at the hollowness of the heart

that echoes in my diligent soul inert.

The sound gurgles in a vacant chest,

the last surge of emotions

ooze like droplets coming to the crest!

I offer the ambrosial potion depleting my existence.

Your aphrodisiac essence rules my

...Existence...Annihilation...Renaissance

NANDITA SAMANTA

NANDITA SAMANTA a resident of Kolkata, West Bengal, India. She is a relationship and parenting consultant, secretary of creative forum, a multilingual poet, a short story writer, a reviewer, an artist. She is a 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.