Autumn Fest Poem by Debayudh Chatterjee

Shadows of reincarnation hover past us
Your deity reminds me of fortune
So elegant, so charming but never did it stay
And enliven our hopes, so strong, bold but blemished...

The night ended in screech. Post colonial metaphors
Construct ideas within our faulty brains
That searches the beauty in you, mother, and your third eye
Gleamed across time immemorial and tarnished
Dead decaying stuff to hollow membranes of creation once more…

…And the myths emerged from the sea,
Nymphs blackened gaudy sour thoughts to fruits of winter-
The city lights graved the night but ignored the darkness
In the hearts of tumultuous crowd
Ceased from the mass, its air and freshness-
Dampened ruthlessly while our sea of faiths
Leaped from Arnold's pen and stretched far across
All cosmopolitan errors that mar a sunny day

Mother did you ever wonder, how silent it is
When your incandescing tears cross boundaries of mortal beings
And weep for forgone thoughts, dead cities, and civilizations burnt to flames.
The opera still rippled with claps and people wore masks of unknown terror
And accomplished what they never were…

The stars muttered something to the black turbulent flow-
From love to lust and death to life-