SHADOW

Shadow ( Post COVID19 )

_ S.B. ( Saptarshi Basu )

Time has gone by , fast forward mode
 The world back to its normal senses
  Buses puffing smoke as he walked towards his office.
   There's a fresh coating everywhere,
Yet the shadow have not left him.

  A thick layer of dust has gathered to welcome him,
   Along with the old dried leaves which have fallen.
  Old , few new faces across the street corners
Yet the shadow have not left him.

    He coughs a bit as he settles in ,
       The new air not so fresh anymore.
       A strange sense of drifting clutters him
        Like a sailor who looks back to his home
  While moving far away.
   Yet the shadow have not left him.

The shoe size of the shadow misfits him
   The shirt dandling a bit more on a pale structure,
  Of the shadow.
He looks for a moment till he recognises the shadow ,
 Of his father
  The Pandemic has created holes in our heart.
Yet the shadow have not left him.

MY NAME IS UNKNOWN

MY NAME IS UNKNOWN

-        Saptarshi Basu

My name is unknown,

My City lives within me.

My colour changes with time,

At times it’s red, at times it’s green.

My name is unknown,

My City lives within me.

The Sunday’s last Metro is melancholic,

Like going away from someone,

The drone, the humming, the automatic voice

Unclear in the noise,

Like mother calling at a distance,

Like lover saying goodbye.

My name is unknown,

My city lives within me.

I smell of fish in the morning,

I smell of sweat at night.

My name is unknown,

My City lives within me.

My hands get raised to forehead,

Distractedly sitting in a bus,

To an unknown God.

The man sleeping on my shoulder,

Reminds me of my grandfather,

Or a long lost friend.

My name is unknown,

My city lives within me.

I am not someone,

I am unknown,

Like other unknowns in my city,

We smile at each other,

We had hardly known.

I hear Tagore’s songs,

Mixed with dust and mist.

My name is unknown,

My City lives within me.

About the Poet:

His second Novel , AUTUMN IN MY HEART published by Vitasta Publishing with Times group (Times of India) launched in november'11 has already created a lot of stir due on causes of broken heart and homosexuality.

 Saptarshi Basu does motivational speaking and was invited from Jaipur Engineering College and Research Centre (JECRC) to address their Annual National Tech-Fest Renaissance -March, 2012.He was also invited as a guest poet to international Poetry festival at Guntur, India.

 He had subsequently travelled and lived in London, Toronto, San Francisco, Dubai till he came back to Kolkata, his hometown.

Saptarshi Basu also does screenplay writing for movies and writes columns for some online magazines like Asiacha- an international journal, museindia and others .

His children’s fiction ‘ The Zoo-break Adventures’ has been taken up by a renowned international animation company to be made into an animated series.

THE SENSE OF AN ENDING & OTHER LOVE SONGS

SELECTED POEMS OF SAPTARSHI BASU :



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GLIMPSES FROM THE COLLECTION 

DEAD MAN TALKING

Haven’t you ever heard the dead man talking inside your head?

I do, at times...

THE SENSE OF AN ENDING

Evening shadows, polluted hearts
Drenching together in that ugly rain, wilderness
Floating clouds, meandering paths
Once I was there, with you.

Rains....

I could speak to her on a day like this,
on a day when it rains as heavily.
You can open your heart on a day like this -

Pebbles of Memory

The songs of the river,

made me think of you, sitting by its side

when moonlight caught in dewdrops

struggled to break free in that crystal dream.

I WONDER....

I wonder...

if I had written a poem for you...

The poem will give structure to the

Words to immortalize

AND OTHER POEMS.............

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