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Sukanya Basu Oct 2016
To forget you
is a satisfaction

God gave me a child
Born out of fake will
and unwanted escapes

I need Amnesia to forget your smile

I need Amnesia to make this last a while.

I need Amnesia to make you mine.

- Sukanya Basu.
Sukanya Basu Oct 2016
Into the green, below the wisp
Where sunlight burns starch,
I will find a way to blow my horn
Playing Burial March.

One two three and six
goes my count beyond ink
Navy caps and army hats
tossed on the ground,
I will blow my horn
Sing Along
Playing Burial March.

When living started and came the bee
Counting days back to eternity
Have not found joy

Men killing men
Women verbally bound once again
History slaughtering itself in the city of Troy

But i'll be Bathsheba Everdene
And loose myself in the madding crowd
And i'll blow my horn

Two three nine and ten
Meet me in the soil again
Below the grass and dirt

Blow my horn
draw me on walls
Unto Burial March.
Sukanya Basu Oct 2016
Tenacious enough,
I waited.

The sunlight glimmered
and i saw the last of you.
As your shadow walked by
an obscene memory

Metro trains with passenger heat
Countries crying for wars beneath

Smoking some blunt
And cursing luck

And as Hachiko waited
For years till death
And forlorn and debate

Should i wait for summer
Till it's Autumn again
Shoveling your snow and pain,

Winter was your middle name.
Sukanya Basu Sep 2016
Blue green and crimson red,
let them fall on the rainbow bed

Let them mix with porcelain dreams
In baskets of fruits and apples of screams
In touches of the maiden white
Running through streets in skirts

And spill them on the walls
And spill them on the greens
Let this be Satan's Rainbow Quarantine

Let this be life
in a beautiful dream.
Sukanya Basu Aug 2016
I am an imbecile to the society,
And a lust for death
I don't know where it starts
Or my song of Remorse ends

I don't know where to walk on
Or kneel down to say a prayer
I took the Lord's name in vain
My heart said beware

Now that i have only words to reassure me
And a dead man's notice and a knife
I am wondering if this poem is eligible enough
For a dead man's defeated fight

I don't know whether this is a sonnet
Or a ballad
Or a lyrical tyranny

I am ready to carry satanic wishes
and end this phase
With words of Irony

Let this be my last poem,
for i hear the call now,
'Ding-****' said the dream
For It's finally over now.

I'll come back in another life
When love isn't a treasured greed
I'll come back one day before it's dawn
So i can see a city clean

A city where lies hopes
And abundance of dreams
For now it rots of despair and sorrow

And a sky full of hatred beams.
Sukanya Basu Apr 2016
You wake up
And look to your right,
There's a person sleeping beside
You
look to your left,
Some framed picture of a renegade,
And then you stand,
arms fixed on deserted solitude,
Looking down,
No! never taught to do so,
You sigh
Your military clothes ironed
And a note from Lily,
"Daddy come home"

And then you draw your weapons and throw the whiskey glass on the mirror,
And with blood laden hands, profligately comb your hair.
Daddy said so you murmured with closed eyes,

"Look alive young man,
Look alive."
Sukanya Basu Apr 2016
When I burn,
And, I am thrown in flames,
Will you forgive my fights and screams?
When I burn,
And, the fire burns my veins,
Will you forgive me for all the stupid things?

I did or would have done
In the future non-existent,
And the lies written on my scars
Now sparkling in the sparkle reminiscent;

When I burn,
Will you forget the first hi and hello
And the shyness between us?

When I burn,
Will you forget,
The funny names we decided for our kids, at last?

When I burn,
Will you forget the awful 2 am fight?
Where we pushed and screamed,
Our Words extreme!
But how we held each other close, through out the night?

When I burn,
Will you remember,
The ring and
The vows that we said?

"Together and forever,
    Never alone,
        In life,
  And, in Death"
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