Beadon Street Poem by Debayudh Chatterjee

Loud words rise within queues of decaying corpses…
I lied alone midst city roads- fast asleep… merging with
Reserved comments of disgust-
That a sleepless soul utters:

Silence!

My arteries and veins blues existence as a whole
Chanting news of unraveled life…remaining mystery forever…


Nigh falls with the sound of endless passing steps
Dark rooms deepen with desolate illusions of journey…

I close accounts…paying back debts remaining unearned

Urging to live still more…!