Not ashamed...

……….I am in the battleground
Trying to fathom my reason for being here.
Is it only the hunger for glory?
I thought, I was fighting for freedom of people like me.

It is true I love myself, but that does not make me misanthrope!
It is you, who ask me to purify;
But aren’t you the one, who, predestined my action?
Aren’t you the one who chose to sit near my head?

I know I will be disgraced for my audacity to stand up against the mighty;
Your loved ones pawned themselves for a moment of glory;
You played your part well.
Wasn’t it cowardice indifference?
At least, unruly human beings will follow my lifeless body

When I leave this battleground, dishevelled, disrobed,
Knowing I was one of them, who was not indifferent.

Have you seen yourself in your recently polished mirror?
While talking about rightfulness,
Aren’t you forgetting that lonely person, whom you left midway?
May be your ‘TRUTH” and ‘PURITY’ have some different sublime connotation…….

She doesn't write very often, but I like posting her poetry so people do read them. 

 I have made a label in her name. 

So you can keep reading her poetry if you wish to just by clicking on it. Labels are down below. Hope you like these poems and comment which may convince her to write more and possibly get published in the future.

Manikarnika

My well-wishers were helping me,
To reach the so-called 'Heaven' of yours,
By bringing my deceitful mind,
And polluted body to the Manikarnika...

I had my friends with me,
Also fellow travellers,
To that unknown world
Where everything is 'holy'
and
Who knows what that might be.

But somehow I was not ready
To tread that path...

...I was waiting for the dogs
To arrive ...

- Anindita Kargupta

I didnt know she will come up with so many good poems in such a short while. I have made a label in her name. so you can keep reading her poetry if you wish to just by clicking on it. Labels are down below. Hope you like these poems and comment which may convince her to write more and possibly get published in the future.

Vultures - Epitaph

I want to be left out,
In the Tower of Silence.
Vultures shall help me out,
With me reaching my destination.
It will serve many purposes;
They will have their belly-full,
Of juicy flesh marinated in Vodka,
And spicy kebabs.
There shall be no air pollution,
With smoke bellowing out,
Of burning polluted minds.
I will be happy and peaceful,

In knowing that I haven't wasted, 

My people's hard-earned money,
As I used to
When I was ALIVE.

- Anindita Kargupta

Her previous Poems on this blog have been

The Lizard

The Snake

The Snake

Every morning we become two pythons
And we start our little game.
We swallow each other and vomit;
Our eyes bulge in suffocation,
And we try to save our own lives,
But in the bargain get transfixed.

Some days we like being cobras
And enjoy the venomous bites.
Those inflictions are like 

Uninhibited coitus of newly weds,
Culminating into poisonous orgasms.
And then peaceful hibernation

Till the next such encounter.

I don't have eyelids,
My body is scaly,
My tongues are forked.
But the day I stand on my feet
I will be a hot-blooded reptile.
For the time being I am happy

To be as I am.
I don't want to be a mud-snake
Like those whom I encounter everyday.

- Anindita Kargupta

The above poem is by the same lady who wrote The Lizard, a couple of weeks ago. till such time that she publishes the poems on her own page  or book., im publishing them here.  Or if she explicitly tells me to take them down. :P

About the Poet: Anindita has been in the education sector for the last 15 years. 

She is now working as a facilitator in Etasha Society which is an NGO that facilitates employment and sustenance of urban underpriviledged youth of India.  She has also worked in several theater productions in Bangla and English.

The Lizard

I want the lizard to go down
Into the whirlwind of the water closet:
It is my enemy number one
Who never leaves me alone
To sit peacefully
When I need it most.
That slimy little creature
Makes my world topsy turvy
At the onset of the day.
I flush with all my might
To send it down,
From where it invariably comes up
Every morning.
I fail to make it disappear forever.
I come out of my known space
And, vow never to go back there.
But every morning it is the same story...

This is a poem by a dear friend Anindita - she doesnt write much but i like whatever she writes