The overhead wires
stitch-up blue miles,
helpless distances are embroidered nice
in fond stitches of freedom.
Happiness, - a kite 
detached from flight
drops levitating
through luxurious emptiness.
The criss-cross wires
cut the moon
into jigsaw pieces of puzzle
treasuring solitude.
The truest lie, immortal, 
charms the fabulous void.


The captive, 
held in lifelong imprisonment,
had a nickname once.
Now he is forbidden 
to look at the sky, -
a perpetual agony
cries without a cry.
Decades back 
he had impregnated the moon.
Now the precious nothingness
surrounds him like a boon.
He wonders if the moon 
had delivered another moon,
during that pink monsoon.

© Kakoli Ghosh

Showcased in The Writers Club – July, 2020

When the search ends,
dreams are touched no more,
the empty anxious street
resounds no homecoming feet,
at the soft bends and known turns...

When the moist words of longing
drizzle down the dusty window pane, 
with a sudden afternoon rain
leaving behind, a rough scribbling
like that of an unfinished poem...

Drowsy senses sail away through
the delta of wrinkled nerves;
the sea of undisturbed solace waves
in rhythm with monitored beeps,
writhing heaves finally rest in peace.

Yellow leaves carry the scent of time;
broken promises ,forgotten deadline,
like torn strips of medicines, shine. 
Flipped pages of magazines flutter 
in crisp air of emergency unit of care. 

© Kakoli Ghosh, 2021

Published in the 2nd World Literature Festival , 2021 , an initiative by Team Bangiya Sahitya Darpan. https://www.darpanpatrika.com/2021/10/darpan-kakoli-ghosh-moon-drops-india.html

Trapped in its own thick web
the shocked spider,
writhing and wiggling 
in the sticky net of its own desire
feels insecure and goes haywire.

Entangled as a poisonous gesture
it suffers a throbbing death
that never do expire;
the dark mildewed corners 
shelter and suspend its cold breath.

The woven spit of its tension
hanging in the smoky mesh 
of fear and protection,
imprisons its own delight.
His unsure limbs creep in sooty light.

The cleaner's sweeping bash
wraps up its outstretched trash
from the corners of doubt and misery;
the drowsy cobwebs are forgotten,
sunken eyes of depravity sleep rotten.

© Kakoli Ghosh, 2021

Published in the Autumn 2021 issue of The Poet Magazine , Theme: ADVERSITY, Volume 2. https://www.thepoetmagazine.org/autumn-2021—adversity

Are you bewildered to see
my wounds blooming !
See how the deep sores of adversity
swathed in love, has started to heal, 
and the leaking pride of death, seal !

Look at the desperate blood
that had gushed out once like flood,
now choking the birth canal of the sun
with wads of gunpowder clods;
from heaven unheard prayers return.

Leaning on each other's shoulder
success and failure share a lit cigar
in between their confident fingers.
Trudging through the remnants of war
they stumble on the rubbles of power.

Fatigued graves gently smother
the wind pipe of violence and terror. 
Burning and fuming patience,raped,
gives birth to another naked sun. 
Breath meets life at a sudden turn.

© Kakoli Ghosh, 2021

Published in the Autumn 2021 issue of The Poet Magazine , Theme: ADVERSITY, Volume 2. https://www.thepoetmagazine.org/autumn-2021—adversity

Patience endures the blaze of violence,
Thunder slits the dark in flashes bright.
But it has its brevity of significance, 
Tiny sparks can't flame mellowed light.
Wings of flight scorch in fatuous glory,
Ignited tomorrows sizzle like embers;
Fatigued fumes of pride rains ordinary,
Tolerance left in silver ash smoulders.

Choked dreams murmur in dry leaves,
Pregnant corpses breed bloody peace.
Brewed life strain through rusty sieves, 
Flooding terror stagnate and freeze.
Tongue of thunder stammers in anger,
Washed in a shower, light outlives fire .

© Kakoli Ghosh, 2021

Published in the Autumn 2021 issue of The Poet Magazine , Theme: ADVERSITY, Volume 2. https://www.thepoetmagazine.org/autumn-2021—adversity