An Architecture Of Rundowns And Cross Points Poem by ananda majumder

Sleep thronged
Accumulated pains disappearing
Trauma is in somber
Fringing
Let's held colsely together
In the midst of denial to life! ! Life always grapple with living, living is enliven if friends say, hi, we are together; How can I forget memoirs of association with friend paassed away just today.

So much pow-wow in the earth; jabbering, jolting with joy, shivering with humility; Life is to live; Watching friends passing away is definitely living experince; I will compose poetry and music for ICU patients with life support. Life is towards death and poetry is discourse with death.


Running away
from hideous outrage
Unborn yet the real anger
Guile up the reason
Gullibles exposed and prey as bait upon a crane
Entraped with attempt of gulping down

Running away from unsettlled stars
Yet to give birth black light
Nothing and no hyme, a concert of voice, parading in realm of tune
Bald trees, defoliated, stars are uncharted
Rush of defoliation makes sense
If stars are born
If life leaves lusting love, lasting lack of sense of temporaility
Everything will labour, in a melting mysery, when the last star will born out

Running away musings
Only somatic book is open
I am a book after death
Demise is not always disdainful
Running away to see, if something seamless stands apart for me! !

Trussed up
Bearing out the infused loads of pain
Preparatory to judgement day
Appropriation of earth for judgement has begun
So, black morning
So, denial to existence
So, months are just sliced into
So, trussed up my rising wings
See the panaroma of pain

Up in the sky of international court
Text of law is flying high
Falling down like crispy leaf
Making an autum eternal _