Scribd Logo
Upload

Welcome to Scribd!

  • 035 Jhuma Lacustrine

    Uploaded by

    bankans
    158 views3 pages
    This document contains two poems - "Lacustrine Song" and "Werewolves" by Jhuma Sen. "Lacustrine Song" is a poem about a lake that follows no charted path and goes around in circles, nudging the reader to play. The lake remembers being called beautiful names like topaz and azure, and promises to become a blue sea to carry a sinking ship to a lost island. "Werewolves" is a poem that tells the reader to hush their careless whispers as prayers and poems begin. It describes bearing heartbeats and children of tangible sweat, asking if they will remain faithful. It invites naked love to find them

    Original Description:

    Original Title

    035-jhuma-lacustrine

    Copyright

    © Attribution Non-Commercial (BY-NC)

    Available Formats

    PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd

    Did you find this document useful?

    Is this content inappropriate?

    Report this Document
    This document contains two poems - "Lacustrine Song" and "Werewolves" by Jhuma Sen. "Lacustrine Song" is a poem about a lake that follows no charted path and goes around in circles, nudging the reader to play. The lake remembers being called beautiful names like topaz and azure, and promises to become a blue sea to carry a sinking ship to a lost island. "Werewolves" is a poem that tells the reader to hush their careless whispers as prayers and poems begin. It describes bearing heartbeats and children of tangible sweat, asking if they will remain faithful. It invites naked love to find them

    Copyright:

    Attribution Non-Commercial (BY-NC)
    Download as PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd
    Flag for inappropriate content
    Download as pdf or txt
    158 views3 pages

    035 Jhuma Lacustrine

    Uploaded by

    bankans
    This document contains two poems - "Lacustrine Song" and "Werewolves" by Jhuma Sen. "Lacustrine Song" is a poem about a lake that follows no charted path and goes around in circles, nudging the reader to play. The lake remembers being called beautiful names like topaz and azure, and promises to become a blue sea to carry a sinking ship to a lost island. "Werewolves" is a poem that tells the reader to hush their careless whispers as prayers and poems begin. It describes bearing heartbeats and children of tangible sweat, asking if they will remain faithful. It invites naked love to find them

    Copyright:

    Attribution Non-Commercial (BY-NC)
    Download as PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd
    Flag for inappropriate content
    Download as pdf or txt
    of 3

    পালিক ৫

    Lacustrine Song 

    েলিখকাঃ ঝুমা েসন


    েযাগােযাগঃ [email protected]  
    পিরিচিতঃ Jhuma is a fresh graduate in law, bidding time till she can take the 
    final plunge into the world of literature. An alumna of the Symbiosis Law School in 
    Pune, she is a budding lawyer, a sporadic blogger and a poet by choice. She resides in 
    Calcutta.

    I am a lake, fathomless,  And opaline twilights, 
    Bound by land  Castaway longings 
    Just land,  And that crumbling burning house of cards 
    With a dash of green here, ochre there  That withstood the zephyr 
    And a colourblind sailor   And lost to the wildfire 
    On a sinking ship  Of Kursha and McNally. 
     
    To trace a lost island.  
       So when you whisper your crumpled love 
    I am a lake and I follow no uncharted path.  And pale fears into my crystal waves 
    I go around in concentric circles,  I promise you empathy to hold hands 
    I nudge you to play  And a box of crayons to colour the ship 
    Will o the wisp with me  And an albatross to find land again. 
    On these meaningless waves.   
    But you insist 
    In waiting for me 
    To transform into a beautiful blue sea 
    Just a beautiful blue sea. 
      
    I remember I remember now 
    Topaz was my stone cold eyes 
    And azure was my sky. 
    So I shall become the blue sea tomorrow 
    And carry the sinking ship in opheliasque motion 
    To the lost island 
    And the island of colourblind sailors. 
      
    But I am just water you see everywhere 
    And I am cold, 
    So when you whisper my name 
    It warms not my heart. 
    It steers your path clear of languid sunsets 
     
     
      

    Palki – 5th Edition – 14th October, 2008. http://www.calcuttans.com/palki 
    পালিক ৫

    Werewolves 
     
    Ah my careless whispers, 
    Hush now. 
    My silent prayers and poems 
    Begin 
    In earthbound solidarity. 
      
    I bore heartbeats 
    That penetrated 
    Thickness of walls 
    And impregnated 
    Wriggling shadows. 
    Tell me, tomorrow will my children 
    Of tangible sweat 
    Remain faithful unto me 
    Till death and desolation? 
      
    So my naked love, 
    Find me here 
    Amidst thick foliages of Eden 
    And vipers. 
    Caress me now 
    And serenade me with a lute 
    Made of maple and rosewood. 
    Let us bear deep gashes 
    Of our futile lovemaking 
    In agony and in glee, 
    Of redundant animal instinct. 
    There is a full moon tonight 
    Calling upon us 
    To be werewolves again. 
     
       

    Palki – 5th Edition – 14th October, 2008. http://www.calcuttans.com/palki 
    পালিক ৫
     

    The Tryst 
     
    A drowsy film wraps days  The hourglass still holds her memories
    And sun burnt afternoons  Shimmering and sparkling against 
    My somnolent gaze fades away  The contour of past and future. 
    In the nights to come.  Now that I am reborn, 
    Away from earth’s alertness  Uncontaminated and untainted 
    And dreamless walks  In rootless nomadic freedom 
    Time builds up like a tombstone  I sense her once more, 
    Around the grave of days long ago.  In my countless heartbeats. 
     
    She took me home once   
    When I was a careless stray 
    On cobblestones, the urban lights 
    On my disfigured nonchalant shadow 
    Tracing my forsaken dreams. 
    She sheltered me again 
    When I was walking silently 
    Along an echoing shore 
    Where the waves whispered my name. 
    She had fed me when I was hungry, 
    Ravenous as the next beggar 
    Starved of the delicacies of life. 
    She washed me, cleaned me 
    Till I shone and sparkled 
    Like a shimmering dew drop tiara. 
     
    We grew together as we inched closer 
    Breath by breath, sweat by sweat 
    Corps et âme together. 
     
    Au revoir! Goodbye we bade 
    On the sands of Egypt 
    Like the mighty pharaohs bidding adieu 
    To golden mornings of desert sands 
    With promises of lives beyond 
    The seven wonders. 
     

    Palki – 5th Edition – 14th October, 2008. http://www.calcuttans.com/palki 

    You might also like