Chandra Shekhar Dubey

When I sit behind closed doors and windows in chilly bin
listening to faint anthem of birds
fluttering to welcome apricitic sun
I see memories hanging against the walls
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Rain, rain bring
coolness of your showers
to scorched plants
silent and sultry.
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You left us so suddenly saddened and broken
You left all speechless and eyes brimming with tumultuous tears
betraying all hopes and happenings.
You silently passed into eternal silence left behind an aggrieved world, to weep and wail on irreparable loss.
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Sitting in old cane chair
In my garden I dream of
Some distant land painted in green.
Thick groves, hive rows
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Drooping by the knee,
frail in frame, stick in her hand
She walks uphill grain by grain.
Wrinkles deep on her face
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The day I was born terror had struck
the city covered with charred smoke
foul smell of roasted flesh and forms.
Newly wedded couples shrunk in arms
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No war has been fought for peace
but every war ends on a note of peace
Tanks howling fire balls, missiles rocking the sky, soldiers marching with bayonets
and flames soaked into clouds of smoke,
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Leaden dreams prick
eyes perplexing mind
in the oblivion of a sunken heart
As a dull day opiates
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Freedom


To me freedom means
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albatross gliding
across a turbulent sea
cursed old mariner
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Come, and walk with me
where crimson sun sets slowly
behind the green parlors of hills
and soft wind blows in lowland
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Peace

Peace comes from within sprouting
Like plants from rotten seeds in souls
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One chilly winter night
He awakened me from sleep,
dazzling my eyes with unearthly light
becalming my stressed nerves with ecstasy.
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We walk around red lights, pavements
Metro stops in rough and fine weather
Carrying our bulging bags like boiling
Carbuncles on our bodies all in hope of two bare meals.
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Puffed cotton clouds
Soar high in mountainous pile
Like magi wandering in their eagerness
To cuddle the lacerated lonely moon.
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Memories sprout like cactus
that I planted in my pot
soft, spiky shoots tender as night
remind me of coarse fabrics of your cloth
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I touch you
and translate myself into you.
You touch me
and translate yourself into me.
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I asked a snivelling caged bird
What does freedom mean to you?
She replied ruefully-
It means all beyond cage bars
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I gathered the ashes
from the cold pyre
Smeared them on my forehead
sprinkled on my body
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The little bird
behind the green tufts
peep through bare leaves
as she sings in trills
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