Two Poems by Sonali Chanda

Putrescent Soul

While I crossed the tottered bridge that tells year old stories,
packed in its rotten rails,
some numb eyes followed my trails,
they’ve zillions of sighs buried deep into their pores.

Under the midnight sky,
its wailing buried deep down
inside it’s broken ribs,
Still it wore patience over it’s numerous
pits to hide it’s tormented lore!

It endured the pains that born inside it,
as each one has it’s own,
that’d may not be imagined by the others.

Age old cracks, they’re carrying silence
I watched them droughty
in each of it’s veins.
Caged heart, carrying deep sighs,
still unable to articulate.

Silenced limbs bearing its colourless piers,
one could hardly able to connect with my words
that choked in my throat; somehow
I equated myself with it’s old stains.

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Wailing 

All night long, like pomelo of poison
pouring of heavenly drops; in the dark wilds, whispers in narrow edges,
where flurries of wind grasp the wails of abandoned night!

Sickening hearts don’t drop their tears.
All of them dried years ago; I silently
watch their old ,wrinkled eyes; how
they hide their pathos under deep kohl!

And through the thatched doors,
some eyes peep with all their panic,
behind their veils; their dormant words
die each night!

I see their mourning dawns,
they arrive like crystal hurts; like
deep sores!

Deafening silence wafts over the thatched walls,
I see their deadening lips; dyed with crimson red!

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