Jayanta Bhaumik
When everything stopped, cry began.
Long back, people started being happy because
hearts were chambered to love and changeful caterpillars.
At last, dream became a meaning, a parenthesis,
an evening when moon shows curious lights to blind lovers.
At long last, mothers of losses taught us, all dreams carry
the same water-smells, soaps, unclear yells lapped in prayers.
My long cord of understanding is that I carry many others’
birthmarks along with my own. Also, a flower’s inside, series
after series of musing bees. Also, honey-filled years,
sweetening eons finally changing to nectar of
unfulfillments.
When everything became silent, and mothers satisfied,
and grains sufficient with their headless owners of love
war began.
Jayanta Bhaumik is based in Kolkata, India, connected with esoteric subjects and
counselling. He attends his professional assignments in India, and regularly in
Singapore, and few other south-east Asian countries. He has been to sixteen spots
in Thailand, for different Buddhist meditative purposes. His past works can be found
in Poetry Superhighway, Juked Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, Streetcake
Magazine, Poppy Road Review, Madswirl (their contributing poet), Blue Lake
Review, Vita Brevis Press, Literati Magazine, Fourth & Sycamore, and many others.
He is on twitter @BhaumikJayanta.
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