#WorldPoetryDay – ipsita banerjee

Moving on

I want to climb on top of that flag-pole And fling myself on the ground below My body spattering among parked cars, my blood mixing in the rain drenched street. Sometimes that is all I want, to embrace the end, to accept that this IS the end, although it is nothing like I craved or…

Erasing Bodies (in a crisis)

After the dead have been put away, Their bodies lie as shells on a beach, The limbs that danced with life Shut down forever, waiting to be picked up, Cremated, donated, buried or thrown For vultures to feast. I call Upon the bodies I own, my past loves My mistakes, even that drunken phone In…

Morbid

You said my lines were morbid the lines on the palms of my hands, the frown that lined my face the lines that lined my verse and I would never amount to much. I never meant to be morbid I only wanted to be the lake reflecting the trees on the other bank the…