Exploring words and ideas through poetry.
Dipa Barua
The Rabbit Hole
Down the rabbit hole we venture
consistent and deep
unknowing and unconscious
fleeting with pain, shrill, and burning,
we land nowhere.
— DBar
Stripes of Sleep
On this hazy night when my eyelids have fallen,
trampled on the valleys of my eye sockets,
a rapture of sleepiness has gripped the loose edges
of my mind with such crippled force.
Yet the drums of my pupils beat,
enlightening itself to the rhythmic thoughts dancing behind my eyes.
In a lonely song they flow in an insomniatic melody,
imprisoned in both dream and lucid awakening.
Dark circles are drawn,
the skin pales,
blistered pores brighten in the light,
and neither the early dawn nor the darkening night could divide the long days.
To lie down now in the midst of this chilling straddle,
would be an insult to the tingling sensations of fatigue,
for the feeling is both terrifying and enjoyable.
— DBar
Together in Technicolour
sewed limbs with invisible thread
writhing, in glassy sweats
separate, distinct
an effortless weave
coiling snakes
mag-ne-tic-postures
one brown like the skin of almond
the other, white as paper
individuals of the indivisible.
— DBar
Stagnation
At dawn I feel mighty powerful
I wake with purpose
Ideas roam and fester in my brain
The course of the day appears in a shimmering light
Of combusting sulphur.
Paths are defined
The wrinkles straighten
Broken lines connect
And my body knows the way.
At dusk the glimmer of light begins to fade
Hanging in the air, I lose faith
The past hours stray away from me
Nothing done or finished
Everything stays for another day.
Lingering,
The eyes of dusk look down at me
Peering from underneath its large lashes made of vapour
It laughs at my folly and lethargy.
Tomorrow is to begin
Yet not for me
I am always trapped between this stagnant breath,
Of my morose and dull brain.
— DBar
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