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Sukanya Basu Mar 14
Oh to have a crack in my tooth
And uneven hair partitions,
And to romanticise sorrows

Instead I’m stuck

I’d like to farm, please mother
I want to farm the philosophers
I want sunlight in my hair
Not metal, nor titles

I want to feel the taste of a tax payer’s agony

But write about it.

Oh, to write,
I’d hate to be rich and die.
Sukanya Basu Feb 17
I wish it could be simple as that,
An old man wearing a hat

And yet, I am stuck with his pension funds,
And the way his sons and daughters run;

Like an old age home stuck with seizures,
I like my paints measured,

My skin itches, it cannot set me free
Like water colours are meant to be.

I like control and precision,
Just like their parent’s decisions.
Sukanya Basu Feb 4
Not when the woods walked towards my house,
Not born out of washing hands,

Only out of the witches delirium,
I **** my own and call me king,

I trust the wolf and blame the sheep.
I am a Shakespearian anecdote and I follow fairies in their trail,
My loved ones turn on me,
Plot my downfall
And look down on me when I’m frail.

Aye, Macbeth’s daughter,
Aye yet coward and shy,

I trusted with my eyes closed
And let the Birnam **** me dry
Sukanya Basu Nov 2024
Hush! for she might wake
I just hit her head with a rake
Tiptoe till my midnight turns to dark,

I just told her that it's her mind
She is not running out of time
She is not the two by two in Noah's arc

She kept telling me he is good
She's adamant and rude
She's acting like her mother, she is blind

I told her time and time
Men are sick and unkind
Yet she kept talking about him,
she isn't smart.

So now that she lies dead,
I can look for the winter ahead
Summer was about him and so was the fall

I killed myself for it all.
Sukanya Basu Oct 2024
Beyond the east the sunrise,
Beyond the west, the east;
There is no wonder, thirst,
Only monetary schemes,

The traveler in me seeks no streams;
The mind only hops on taxes and pills
Scheme, Marry or ****

BLOWHORN, BLOWHORN HENRY!
Anne creeps up in your philosophical nightmare
The headless chicken,
The world is in despair!

My shoes, these shoes,
Not biblically on wine,
Give me another soul Balthazar,
I'm running out of time

Balthazar, my Balthazar
Dear, Dear neurotics!
A cat and a mouse shall not make the house!

Dear Michelangelo,
shape David again,
maybe my nose, maybe my head,
Maybe my eyes!

Tell Da Vinci I am running out of my mind!
Sukanya Basu Oct 2024
Do I have teenage hormones?
Because the inadequacy is kicking in,
It's the same old hour, the familiar claustrophobia
Of a dead moth

As he pushes the rock against the mountain,
I too am the same
Familiar faces in new carcinogens,
Familiar tasks, familiar name;

A black hole for the soldiers
As between the Russians and Ukraine,
I fight with my livestock
I fight to stay insane
Sukanya Basu Oct 2024
I seek no poetry,
poetry is for the dead,
Men still want a dead wife
And for his dinner his wife's head

My leaves of clothes of wool and nicities
Are my cunning way to lure you into the future
The future starts with I,
F is for fathers who are mothers in disguise

Dear men, Dear Sir
I do not seek to abide your faith,
To be women is not about my *******

Sit down young man, you sound like a cat cry for a wolf's tale
You joke around about my future
When you are a joke as well

You push a girl child into another man's eyes
And then cry about a feminists' tale
You rupture her nurture, make her La Lorona,
See her haunt you in your dreams

DEAR SIR, NO NEWSPAPERS,
NO BUTLERS FOR YOUR SEAMS,
No man's cry is a woman's dream!

Peace be with you and your picket fence of excrements!
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