GOPA BHATTACHARJEE

GOPA BHATTACHARJEE

ILLUSORY DREAM

Come let me take you.

Here lies Mount Vesuvius.

Don't worry it is dormant for centuries

Just like our love and our feelings

But who knows as soon as we kiss there

The heat of our love

Might awake the strato-volcano to life.

Come, let's make love.

In the harbours of Rio de Janeiro

Leisurely watching the sunset there

The Sugar Love Mountains surrounds us,

The Tijuca hills and the Corcovado Peak

Our love to the jealous world would never leak.

Bathing naked

To see how the degrees and temperatures increase because of us two.

In the Pamukkale hot travertine pools

Would even make Cleopatra jealous like a fool.

Passion would be as wild as the Niagara fall

Us wrapped up in water foams

Sudden roaring, gurgling, babbling after all

Like white foams, white sheets we both.

Suddenly fall.

Suddenly.

I am awake

Finding myself peacefully wrapped

In our 5 by 7 old bed

Overnight travelling has made me intoxicated again.

Let me get back securely in your arms

Back to my bucket list of trance

Listening to your heartbeats

Isn't it humming like rhythmic African drumbeats?

TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE

Dear love!

Do you remember?

Those attic spent afternoons,

Those unspoken words,

In strong windy monsoons.

Ah my love!

Those hairlocks of mine you kept in control.

Those deep dark eyes that made me quiver.

Those moments that made me shiver.

Oh love!

Those long hopeful silences,

Those unsure touches,

And letters filled with grievances.

My love!

Those remembrances,

Blame games, lost hope, repentances,

My unnoticed tear drops,

That drowned with the rain drops.

All will turn into ashes

In time's chariot hurrying near.

Travelling towards thousand light years

Forgotten.

Forgiven.

TO BABA ON THIS DAY

Only four years

And yet it seems like

You are lost

Among the deep chores

Of my daily life.

Everyday

Life seems to take a toll baba

I, like a bullock driven cart

Carry the burden

Of my heavy soul.

You are free.

Happy soul, selfish soul

Leaving me behind

To fulfill your

Incomplete tasks.

Patience you

Injected in me in abundance,

Perseverance you

Filled me with

Pricks like a moral needle .

But you know

How incorrigible I am.

Will never ever

Let you go

Free you from within me.

So, I bought

The navy blue

Flat circular

Tin box

Of Nivea cream.

Taking lumps of it,

And you are with me again.

I imprison you,

Within me

With your smell

The redolence I always got

When I cuddled in your arms.

Basking in the warmth of your smile.

GOPA BHATTACHARJEE

GOPA BHATTACHARJEE: Gopa is an entrepreneur by profession but passionate about writing poetry. An absolute contrast to her work profile she uses her passion for reading and writing during her free time, as she believes knowledge is boundless and needs to be dispersed. She is passionate about weaving poetry relating to the realities of lives and diversities of nature. She has a strong desire to reach out to the millions through her work, in order to make them aware of this art of spontaneous feelings. She lives in Kolkata with her husband Shuvayu and son Ahir.