Pallavi Goswami

Pallavi Goswami Jul 2016

Window

I open my window
All glass and glory,carved at the corners
Painted on it,my favorite lilies
Once i am done marvelling, i look beyond that
I see your Mahogany window, closed and curtailed
No life thrives beyond it, just some echos remain

Last year,a rural house was locked in this urban city
But alongside this house,a souvenir remains
A dark,dense,impenetrable peepul tree
It looks down, looks up
and looks three sixty degree
When fails to find his neighbor, we two together feel lonely.

Still , i see you scampering down the stairs and hiding in alley
Ignoring your mom's yelling, not bothering what consequence could be
waiting for me to come and rush to kiss me
holding me close and breathing inside me
Years of adolescence were drenched in rain
Not a moment without thoughts of each other, as naturally as in body a heart remains.

I was about to be eighteen , when you sneaked into my room
You brought with you candles, cake and one woeful news
My birthday wishes mocked at me as you were telling your story
You said " Baby! listen to me, it's time to move on,
there's life ahead of me waiting and i have ladders to climb
My ambitions won't let me sleep and as for you, we've had pretty good time."

#love #betrayal #life #memory #waiting

Pallavi Goswami Jul 2016

Gratitude

Thank God, we met
Thank God , you took me for granted
Thank God, you made me realize
It was not worth loving you,
Else , I wouldn't have learnt to fall in love
With my own self - this is amazing.
Thank God and Thank you!

#love #life #relations

Pallavi Goswami Jun 2016

Sink Mankind Sink

Let me make your life easy
Now that you making so many efforts
To end mine
Guns, Pistols, Bombs and your own body
So considerate , so kind.

So let me help,
Let me whet my trepidation
Lacerate my flesh, from inside
Let me batter my silly quivering, numb
Let me assure them ,they will be insensate
It is only a matter of time.

Meanwhile,
Tell me how would you like it?
Mere flesh soaked in ****** quagmire
Silent in death , heeding to you instruction manual
Or
Crisp shrills rising in cacophonous notes
Reciting curses in quandaries, jabbing your fiend inside
Or
should i use my imaginations
On 'how to ruin my own life?'

So behold and hold
My veins from the end
And haul towards your side,
Twist to cause added agony
Or may be crush my lungs
To hasten me out of my life

See my insipid blood splatter
As it draws tattoos of attainment on you
Hear it gurgle
As you guzzle it out of my body, as if some wine
Nevertheless,
It won't evoke any poignant feeling
Even if you realize in the end
You and i are same kind.

So drown me deep, so deep in the pool which is red
Sorry again,if you were expecting blue,yellow,green or may be white
Descend me twice the force
If i brawl or condemn against your peace of mind
Hear the music of my diminishing gasps till the end
And move on , tattooed and vindicated.

-Pallavi Goswami

Few months back , it was Brussels, then Orlando , Now Turkey !
and so much more we don't know , we know , we forget , move on.
Sadly , i have no idea when will this end , if at all it does .
‪#‎sinkmankindsink‬ sooner!

#love #poem #poetry #sad #depression #life #pain #death #thoughts

Pallavi Goswami Jun 2016

Because you grew with me

And now
when you are beaming
like silver lightening
on a dark cloudy night,
so proud and unstoppable.

i want to be just to you

for you are
the symbol of the wisdom i learnt
the proof of the skills i honed
the process of shedding blood and sweat
to be what i have become

Let me not keep you behind the pretentious colored hidings

I have decided,
You are free to stand out
like i do

~ to my would be grey hair , Pallavi Goswami

#future #respect #experience #values #life #love #wisdom #acceptance

Pallavi Goswami Jun 2016

Jungle Lust

There's a Jungle where i am found
amidst the verdant flora
besides whimsical fauna
i have my house

The mornings greeted with crimson trunks
The evenings dance with the breezy leaves
The nights are musical , for a stream sings here
My dreams uncanny because i lack a sieve

For my movies,i see birds flutter
For my songs,i hear them sing
For my company,i keep a dagger
For the rest,there is a fire in me

The beige forest path,takes my footing so well
anytime i'm off-track,holds me and tell
The giant soaring timber,drives me so high
so i have one more house,my very secret sky

And once growling belly calms
Comes night wrapped in stars
Settles beside me,yet takes me quiet far
Inducing my uncanny dreams,tells me stories till dawn

There's a Jungle where i am found
There's a quiet in here , but for me it's my favorite sound!

- Pallavi Goswami

#love #life #wild #adventure #selflove

Jun 2016

Thomas P Owens Sr

the dig

I am prey to the unyielding Sun
here in this open field
void of shade
holding precious pieces
untouched for 140 years
200 acres of Virginia farmland beneath my feet
where bullets flew
where strong men screamed
and the soil looked as if it had rained blood
death can come quickly or painfully slow

A soldier rips the Eagle breastplate from his chest
and throws it to the ground where I am standing
and here in the sweltering heat
of a calm June afternoon
I pull it from its resting place
no longer shining
140 years removed
from the failing heart
beneath it

re-post

Jun 2016

Federico García Lorca

The Passing Stage of the Siguiriya

Among black butterflies
goes a dark-haired girl
next to a white serpent
of mist.

Earth of light,
sky of earth.

She is chained to the tremor
of a never arriving rhythm;
she has a heart of silver
and a dagger in her right hand.

Where are you going, siguiriya,
with such a headless rhythm?
What moon'll gather up your pain
of whitewash and oleander?

*Earth of light,
sky of earth.