"I can feel your humongous umbra, Proceeding towards me with delitescent steps.
I can negate your eldritch figure with mirth
For you're the most unabated truth on earth.
I am not intimidated by your phantom of horror.
Nyctophilia in me can summon your inevitability
As you draw round the corner."
"Your sovereignty is an undeniable facet
That stands parallel to mortality,
If one is born one must die is planetary verdict for perpetuity.
Tarry a little before you transit me
Beyond my mundane limitations,
For I have a story to narrate being in my last living hour,
Before you ostracise me in your latent bower."
"All along I knew life is the most blissful burgeoning
But its meandering avenues led me to stringent sufferings.
Cantering on its arduous surface
Bereaved of all my leisures,
It casted me in the inferno of trials,
Pilfering me of all pleasures.
When life itself offers such scanty
occasions to admire,
Then why humans stigmatize you as cyclopian dire?"
"Its a sparse moment to invoke you in my corporeal status
And let you know that I fear you less
Than my life's austere march.
Your icy breath I feel against my debilitating pulse,
Vanquishing all my long nurtured hardship.
Thus I embrace you against all your formidable myth.
For vortex of life has been more cruel to endure,
Reaping at interims what once has been
My wistful pleasure for sure."
"Death! You terminate life once,
Only when it embarks its ultimate destination.
But the worldly affairs slaughters life in every junction.
Your frozen proximity now becalms the bruises,
I have accrued in every detour of confrontation.
Now my enervated mind and body urges for a respite, deep,
I've faith in you my friend that in your platter
You shall adorn for me an eternal sleep."
"Being soulmates of the trice,
I ardently desire you to enunciate
The mysticism of the surreal world,
Where you smoothly proportionate.
Let the perdurable silence between us,
Have a version that can be augmented.
Not always words can play the best choice,
Your approaching susurration coins the most heartwarming noise.
Your story of the uncouth world shall sound like a lullaby,
Snuggling me into a lingering slumber,
As I bid my destined mortal life forever goodbye."
Indrani Chatterjee is a perfective homemaker, a published author and writer, and a mother to her only autistic child. Even from the barred layer of felicity, her emotions occasionally well up to inundate the white in blue. Nothing is ceremonial in her revelation and approach, that is purely self-motivated. She only wishes her readers to glide along with the rhythmic undulations of her penmanship. She is a co-author of the Shiva Anthology titled “The Aniconic Cosmic Dancer” and ‘Monochrome Verses’. Another anthology based on the love theme was published in the Anniversary Edition of 2022. Both are initiatives of the House of Chrysanthemum Chronicles. She is also an ardent music lover specializing in Rabindra Sangeet (songs composed by Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore). Currently, she is pursuing Senior Diploma in the same. She also pursues Karaoke singing and performs on social media platforms. Her son also shares the same love for music. It shapes the bonding between them.
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