By Soumyadwip Chakraborty
HELLO
And yes, this is a city, a city, a city.
And words repeat as they learn from sound --
shape-shifters, taking moulds, forming legion.
And I see cacophony knocking on my windowpane
In the dead of night,
In the tender morning light.
Yet escape comes from hindsight.
I drown and drown myself in your voice --
pebble in a pond,
milk in coffee,
sweat in the ocean,
And as I sink to lower depths,
I try to avoid the unavoidable,
writing my name on a single blade of grass.
Cacophony stares back as I finish this line
only to pick up the phone and say, "Hello...”
Soumyadwip Chakraborty, born and brought up in Sodepur, currently residing in Hyderabad, works in a multinational. Since the body can run on food, water and oxygen, he chooses to have literature, music and cinema run his soul. His poetry is nothing but a by-product of his living.
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