Aniruddha Bose


October 2017

Death We Traverse

Deaths we traverse

Taught many wonders.

The mortal tincture
Leaves anything in éclat.

Mystic death, tread dread

Spent a mo to wonder?

Carcasses tread
Mortal remains of many bled
In disfavour splendour

Tread dreams of beachhead.

Thought, capable, deprived

In useless mortal fulfilment?

Ruined lives, deserted dreams
Comfy in ass licking strings.

Have the time to ever wonder?

Death of million dreams
Amid the travesty.

For us, rest and millionths
Curse the system in disgrace.

Time to rise to reveal colours

Where ass licking

No longer milky lustre.

Looked at the moonlit sky

Where jingles lilt to cry?

Seen the vast universe?
Where birds hide in meadow grass
Looked at happiness in thee?
Amid death tentacles in revolt to see.


Salvation, do not seek from thine

In quest of what is not mine.

No celebs and legends brag in gloriole.

When benefits rustle, jump to accord.

Nothing to claim as their own.

Bask in the tune congenitally sown.

Never ventured on brass ring of creative wonder.

Mesmerised millions with gifted foregone splendour.

Have they seen the brooks amid meadows?

Yearned for the shadows of the anon spring?

The bubbles warped their rational tide

Mosahibs infiltrated their timid minds.

Identity lost, fame gained

Alter of perception sprained.

Quest of salvation amid rocking glamour!

Rocketed balloon lost in celeb debonair.


Traversed many a known path of identity.

Now in quest of solitary Divine serenity.

Where meadows melt into midnight air

Peace sings the eventual debonair.

Brooks fade into autumn green.

Old faded for the new birds to sing.


Salvation is cleansing soul.

Ascent from mundane icky bowl.

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