AMOEBAS in a PETRI DISH

Drft...Wud



The guy in question is called SI
aiSa -I-hi
that translates to
like this only ,queer & unexplainable.
a chimera of this and that
from some human stable.
beasty diagrreable
armed with visions true
that saw things through.

deep down in his strands of genes
a WISE guy put with a whine

whole lota Mogngol grasslands
and windy scapes,
howling through the empty scenes
on muddy waves of Bay of Bengal
A pirate ship ferrying deadly band
tattoed with tigers licks ,on raw saline.

An eagle that lead his clan ,
who came in hops and stumble
from torrid lands of scarce and scanty,
to wooded green of lush & plenty.

And a lot of these and that
and finally he happened!! stat!!
AISA-i-HEE .
the wise one
bruoght him in
on seeing a metamorphosis happening.

To his elaborate construct called human being
dissolved into some amoeba like thing.
Complex logic he called a brain
suddenly shrunk to Micro Rna's grain.
That prevents an universe to regenerate.
Fearing every thing would fall-apart, disintegrate,
in exact media of a Petri-dish.

That amorous wish
from empty spaces of dead-land dreams
SI came into being
A different metamorphosis also happening,
faster then you think
just beneath thy moist wink.

An Universe xploding into the scene.
The old Petri-dish tittering
on the abyss's brink.
As i imagine a smile light years beyond the sink.

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FOR AMOEBAS THAT SWARM
corporate PETRIDISH
OF SOCIAL NETWORKING.
AS CURRENT CULTURE
AWAITS INEVITABLE WIPE OUT ,

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ORKUT goes for a blanket sensor ?
pre ayodha verdict
a TRUE inspiration for a poetics.

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i tried 2 do a inside out job of
KAFKAS short novel Metamorphosis
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SI= SOURAV ISWARARI
THE DEFINITIVE BHIKHARI

BLACK COAT

Samyak Ghosh

The black coat walks down your lane ...
Courting fragments of lip-stick dreams..
He rests at a corner , lights a cigarrete..
The lunatics parade alleys of the crunked city..

The black coat treads your opiated thoughts..
Indelible smoke patterns on the rose-tinted glass..
He stares blank at the jaundiced apartments..
The lunatics sneak in barrels for their mid-night orgies..

The black coat cast furtive glances at dozing dogs..
Red scarfs strangle lumps of frozen flesh...
He rummages the dustbins for the busker's tattered hat..
The lunatics make love to the burning effigies...

The black coat resumes his nightwalk..
Discarded syringes laugh at the gigolo tugging his shoes..
You revel in the cellophaned castle of your psychedelic world..
And the lunatics take over the lonely city....

BEGINNING of a DISSECTION

Drft...wud

The Street under the window sill
where dreams of mundane type ply
always busy !always shrill !
mostly moating ignorant bliss
on pebbles of Hüzün* & risque
bound to someplace of peace and still.

sometime it may dissect the unrest
into an aneurysm of pain and quest
that builds up to animal strength
of biting tyke on loosen leash.
or the irony in some broken faucet.

Till it xplods like some pent up dam
into a hemorrhage of verse
his poetry is now a butterfly
metamorphosed
beyond the grasp of forceps & sutures
adrift sm eternal note that is strum
his body,an inconsequential unknown
a corpse or might have been a broken harp
that played borrowed tune always astray
an unmindful whim when it did stay


N.B Hüzün*: melancholy.
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Dedicated to my deceased country bro
ANENDRA ISWARARI
his aortic dissection fascinates me
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SEAT BY A WINDOW

Drft...wud

It was evening and peasants left done for the day
some burnt patches of sooty clearing
with embers simmering on their death beds lay
of what had been weeds of time
i called it interludes in continuity's throe
as the scenes kept repeating on my window
Like waves on some lonely shore.



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A train scene from childhood came floating in
as i would fight with my sis for a seat by the window
i guess these kinda things happen with others too
sis would b leaving for lonely foreign shores
as lil hagu's summer vacation is all but over for the time being
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16/9/10
My country cousin Anen da died of heart burst literally as he had a aortic blow out of the desection
There was some 8 hours of cardiac surgery .I was in the Theatre most of the times watching the going ons.
At 6:30
i was looking out of the glass window into the gloomy evening descending on the city SIR came up to me dejected and done for the day said that he would not survive the condition.
I am surprised how i predated the poetry.
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