Burning

January 17, 2008

Today is tuesday

Winter on its wings

Leaving my town

For a long long destiny

I see the fire

I see the fire

Calcutta burning

White lilies

Upon my breast

Invokes the blues

Once sung by me

Will be sung again

In the poor hearts

Rich in divinity.

By Samij Datta, Poet, Writer, Fluxist.

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Welcome to the Future

January 17, 2008

Poor memory is history

To an urban mind, I say

Civilisations are fake

You the only truth

Multiplex your new god of worship

Shallow voices, your companion

A rootless tree dies,

Before its seed germinates

Welcome to the future!

By Samij Datta, Poet, Writer, Fluxist.

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Pere-Lachaise

January 17, 2008

Take me to my town

Where I was buried

Pere -Lachaise

To paint the Paris,

Waiting for my breeze,

To wipe the agony

Take me to

Pere-Lachaise.

By Samij Datta, Poet, Writer, Fluxist.

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Hendrix

January 17, 2008

Blood is red

Blood is dead

Son of man, listen

A dormant desire, rising

Streets will clap their feet

Dusts will make the garland

Of a left hand rule

Hendrix!

By Samij Datta, Poet, Writer, Fluxist.

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Death

January 17, 2008

I kiss my death

I kiss thy death

I can buy million gods

I can buy my birth

Through the kiss of death.

By Samij Datta, Poet, Writer, Fluxist.

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Rimbaud

January 17, 2008

Rimbaud was the king

Of wishful sin.

A sector in hell.

The last rebel,

Of paradise.

By Samij Datta, Poet, Writer, Fluxist.

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This Time

January 17, 2008

This time, I won’t leave

I won’t leave

The long lifeĀ I dreamt

To cross the oceans,

Himalayas, I need

The pristine vowel

To preach my prayer

Of Christ.

In the ancient caves

My songs will sing

The sonorous beauty

Of my father…

Achinta veda veda tattva

Achinta veda veda tattva.

By Samij Datta, Poet, Writer, Fluxist

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Language

January 17, 2008

I write small

Cos’ I don’t know

The language of you

My pens are thick

With colours, bleeding

Over the pages of eternity.

By Samij Datta, Poet, Writer, Fluxist.

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Angels of Pollen Love

January 17, 2008

Angels of pollen love

Moves, yet not

Laughs to cry

Carries time

Pregnant in wish.

By Samij Datta, Poet, Writer, Fluxist.

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Degas

January 17, 2008

Degas, a nude soul

Comes at need

To art the old

Mythopoeic line,

Shape, a circle

That craves

Embroidered gene

For natural cycle.

By Samij Datta, Poet, Writer, Fluxist.

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