Souren Mondal

Gold Star - 31,458 Points (10th November 1991 / Chandannagar)

A Beautiful Life - Poem by Souren Mondal

In a salt desert
under the scorching sun's rays
I want to take a bath
in a white ivory tub
filled with thick, red blood
of rotten falcons and children
of lions and pigs.

Skeletons of dead trees
Skulls of dead newborns,
Dry umbilical chords
and the sound of bones being
crushed by an imp for pure pleasure

Deep fried brains
Rotten flesh and breasts of
beautiful dreams,
chopped finely into a dish of delicious
- Lost hopes

sleep in a grave
peacefully with a cigarette
lit up at the left corner of
dark, rough, scarred
Beautiful lips

And there you are
Neena - in a bright scarlet gown,
Your glasses fixed meticulously upon
your long nose,
Decapitating freshly born babies
melting their umbilical chords in boiling acid

- Let there be many modest

I drown myself under the blood

The eagles will be flying in
the dun sky

What a beautiful life...

Souren Mondal
November 17,2015

Topic(s) of this poem: blood, depression, horror

Form: Free Verse

Comments about A Beautiful Life by Souren Mondal

  • Amitabho Sengupta (6/6/2016 10:56:00 PM)

    You showed your gallantry to use some awesome imageries to depict the hard core truth of life perhaps of yours in this case, but this leads us to a naked truth of human's humanity of how it is being violated by human minds. One should praise you for the aesthetic and poetic beauty you portrayed so exquisitely and perfectly out of heartfelt horror and pointed pians. (Report) Reply

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  • Dimitrios Galanis (6/1/2016 2:32:00 PM)

    I read it once again today and feel obliged to say I liked it twice as much as the first time I did.It reminded me of how Henry Miller became a writer.When he was 18 he visited a phsychiater and talking about the peculier dreams he had he got the advice to write them down for the doctor to use them as a means to understand his mendal problems.Himself Miller have recognized it as the beginning of his career as a writer.//Your poem here, dear Souren, shows that you can trust your own imagination even if not under the influence of any medicament, You can go far ahead than the medicaments may lead you.Sometimes under our sufferings we can see the reality of the world better than unde a normal usual uninteresting life.Go on and paint life's scenes through the abyss of our complex conscience.Take the point of view different personalities could take and write in the third person or even the first declaring your new identity so that the reader does not identify you[Souren Mondal, the poet] with the person relating in the verses.... (Report) Reply

  • Mike Smith (3/12/2016 7:27:00 PM)

    Melting their umbilical chords in boiling acid. These are deeply disturbing images. Horrific and akin to the most violent of nightmares. The reader almost covers his eyes as he approaches each next phrase.... But that is only almost. Like the cliche says no one can stop from watching a train derail. This poem is beautifully disgusting and offensive (if that combination of words can even make sense) . You display an imagination capable of envisioning even the very things we try hardest to shield our imaginations from. Yes the images are undeniably awful, but that is quite clearly the point. Your intent, you've said, was to express the ugliness of the world beautifully. You have succeeded entirely. Magnificent (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (3/12/2016 8:13:00 PM)

    Thank you Mike..

    The poem has an interesting story behind it.. It was written at a time when I was diagnosed with Major Depression and anxiety.. I was on antidepressants, different ones were tried, you know, to find which one will work.. There were three different ones - at the beginning I was on Escitilopram, something mild, and then damn-it-all Prozac! ! Both of them didn't work, and I was then put on Venlafaxine..

    What happens, or maybe better to say what happened to me personally, when these meds were rotated is that I started to have more lucid dreams.. They felt like absolute reality.,

    And one of those dreams/nightmares was the things said in the poem.. It began to hurt me ever so badly.. I would be almost awake and yet would not be able to get up until I would see the whole thing (maybe sleep paralysis? I don't know) ... I had no clue what to do..

    So, one November night.. I am sure that would be the night of the 17th when the poem is written.. I saw this 'dream' six times.. I threw up in the bed.. It was pathetic.. I had no strength to even get myself away from my own puke.. I just remained in the bed, fell asleep again (sleeping pills are crazy, they throw you to sleep even if you wake up) ...

    The cycle continued throughout the night, and in the morning, I was like a zombie.. My mum told me that I was looking horrible.. The bed was stinking.. It was so pathetic..

    And after I cleaned up, I sat at my bed, and scribbled this.. I did not think about the words, or how to write at all.. I just wrote, that too, at the back of a small pamphelt...

    A lot of people often ask me what does this poem mean? ?

    I never really have an answer for it.. But what I can say, Mike, is that this is just a 'view' inside the 'beautiful life' I had when I was depressed...

    The ghost or Neena, never really left me, until I was haunted, and hanunted to almost extinction..

    This poem, however, was one that led to a path of recovery.. I never had the nightmare after I wrote this.. And for the first 42 odd poems published here.. It was all because I needed ro either write or lose it...

    I became a poet because my psychiatrist said so! ! !

  • Dimitrios Galanis (3/6/2016 10:25:00 AM)

    Poetry needs the courage you show here Souren. The courage to bring to light the bitter truth.Even in imagery to abhor. (Report) Reply

  • Nosheen Irfan (2/15/2016 1:17:00 AM)

    This poem might be taken as a satire on life. Its title is intentionally ironical. Life presented in gross images. We have often read the glorification of life, the ideal picture. But there is another side to life that is depicted here. A dark takes guts to write like this. Well done Mondal.10 (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (2/15/2016 8:15:00 PM)

    Thank you Nosheen.. I never mind writing about the dark side.. It is something we don't talk about, but we MUST...

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/3/2016 12:08:00 PM)

    And world is moving towards it...........It seems everybody wants to taste the blood, humanity evaporated from earth. A thought provoking poem, Souren.. Please check my innocent Victim poem. (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (2/10/2016 9:31:00 PM)

    'everyone wants to taste blood' - yes Asim., unfortunately, that is true.. Humanity is losing everyday.. Thanks.

  • S.d. Tiwari (1/31/2016 12:05:00 AM)

    A great description. this is life.... (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (2/2/2016 11:56:00 PM)

    Maybe, I just hope this does not become the life one leads too often.. Thanks for reading S. D.

  • Akhtar Jawad (1/13/2016 5:36:00 AM)

    An impressive and touching poem..................... (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (2/2/2016 11:57:00 PM)

    Thank you Akhtar sahab.

  • Abhilasha Bhatt (1/2/2016 11:05:00 PM)

    The eagles will be flying in the dun sky....a good poem. :) (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (1/28/2016 6:37:00 AM)

    Thank you Abhilasha :)

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/12/2015 12:48:00 PM)

    ''To take a bath' with the muse of life. Nice work. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (2/10/2016 9:29:00 PM)

    Thanks Edward.. The hope is the bath is in water, than blood...

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/12/2015 12:46:00 PM)

    'Ro take a bath with the muse of life. Nuce work. (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (1/28/2016 6:36:00 AM)

    Thank you very much for reading :)

  • Brian Mayo (12/3/2015 2:44:00 PM)

    Simultaneously ugly and attractive- -horrific, nightmarish images blend with an intelligent writing style. Your poem is peppered with some truly poetic phrases. I like the line about the resting-place of lost hopes, and think it shows tremendous imagination. (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (1/28/2016 6:33:00 AM)

    Thank you very much Brian. The image you talked about was inspired from Hamlet and my chainsmoking habits.. I must quit soon, before it quits me!

  • Kavya . (11/30/2015 10:17:00 PM)

    this poem is a little scary, sorry to say, but the caption and the contents seemed contradictory - though u have successfully envisioned the depression and maintained horror throughout - kudos to your different style of writing - enjoyed reading! (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (12/1/2015 7:31:00 AM)

    Thank you for reading Kavya. As I have said below, the intention is to find beauty in the terrible! There's always a scope to do such a thing.. Thanks for reading my poem. I will surely return the favour soon :)

  • Daniel Brick (11/30/2015 11:05:00 AM)

    You described this poem as surrealist which it is - and it embodies Andre Breton's directive to surrealist poets: BEAUTY WILL BE CONVULSIVE OR NOTHING. Breton's statement makes Yeats's - A TERRIBLE BEAUTY IS BORN - seem too stately. Your poem is convulsive! It shocks the complacency out of the reader. You have to become passionate as these horrifying images pass by, and either join the procession of blood or cry HALT! no more! There is no middle ground. I felt like I was at a festival of KALI. (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (12/1/2015 7:29:00 AM)

    Thank you very much Daniel. Just as you mention Breton - one of my favourite surrealist poets - I loved his MANIFESTO. I believe at times, a poet should experiment to shock her or his readers. It serves the purpose of making them THINK. I have heard a lot of people claim that surrealism is either about NOTHING or about TOO MANY THINGS - They are none! It's always in between and that is fun of it.. Your reference to Kali is also interesting because she has a decapitated head in her hand! It's always complex to indulge in these images, someone like Tagore always said keep them away from poetry, but some people like Baudelaire and Mohitlal Majumdar indulged themselves in it.. Who can forget the personified ENNUI sitting, old and feeble, looking at people jumping into boredom in 'To the Reader'? Or one of favourite and haunting image in Mohitlala's poetry where he says he wants to drink wine in a skull? ? Or even Hamlet with the skulls with Horatio? ? These make a mark! Shocking? Yes. Surreal? Yes, indeed. But still they are important, like the eyeless Oedipus.. Beauty is in the terrible!

  • Blaine Strong (11/29/2015 10:19:00 AM)

    Love the balance between our primal instinct of life and death. Great poem thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/29/2015 10:00:00 PM)

    Thanks for reading Blaine...

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (11/28/2015 11:26:00 PM)

    Verily, a lovely presentation of the human appetite
    that makes him a mere animal
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    Souren Mondal (11/29/2015 10:01:00 PM)

    Thank you for reading Abdulrazak..

  • (11/22/2015 8:24:00 PM)

    What a beautiful life and a beautiful write, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/22/2015 9:17:00 PM)

    Thank you for reading and commenting.. I really appreciate it :)

  • (11/22/2015 10:21:00 AM)

    This is wonderful poem man, it brings out the true nature of humans. (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/22/2015 1:04:00 PM)

    Thank you very much for reading and commenting...

    Yes, I wanted to put up a 'true' nature of humans.. But the poem is surreal, in my opinion, and is more like a description of a nightmare.. As I said below, just a 'heap of broken images', and nothing more...

    Thank you for reading...

  • Sumit Ganguly (11/22/2015 9:19:00 AM)

    I am scared at the representation of a beautiful life of people around us. In Sanskrit it's called 'Bivatsa Rasa', the abominable representation.10 (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/22/2015 9:47:00 AM)

    Yes Sumit... Bharata's 'Natyasatra' has a wonderful way of describing emotions in art.. I am, not sure if that's the right word, glad to invoke a rasa within you.. Thank you for your comment...

  • Bharati Nayak (11/22/2015 9:18:00 AM)

    You quite succeeded in giving a shock by your beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

    Souren Mondal (11/22/2015 12:14:00 PM)

    Thank you for reading and commenting :)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 17, 2015

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