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Sukanya Basu Feb 2020
I will float in the waters of Ganges till the end of time;

To be or not to be
A ratio in my mind

I'd like to ***** a needle
And run through burrows of sanctity
The alien nights of virtue
And pirates of Kashmir

My red, a colour of freedom
Sukanya Basu Jun 2020
Goodbye.

February roses and dreams of being an author;

It's absolutely drastic and dark
To think that things work out in the end.

Do not send me poems or sunset pictures;

I hate Romance,

I hate that I can't un-love you.
Sukanya Basu Dec 2019
My grey hair and seventy,
I have falsely grown my teeth,
I stand naked under city lights
I have cancer in my knees;

My wrinkled torso and mid-day job
Put me in my grave with bore
I remember the days I had little money,
Grades in my 10th grade I had scored;

I feel alive today under city lights
Once again I have been born
Before I die, my eyes should see the city lights
Instead of grass in the lawn.
Sukanya Basu May 2019
Aren't we all a little foolish?
We went back in denial to lose it again
Aren't we all a little needy?
Wrapping arms and memories
Leaving by boarding a train

Aren't we all a little in love?
Having fetishes to dance in the rain

Aren't we all a little insane?
To want things that cause us pain

~Sukanya Basu
Sukanya Basu Nov 2019
They are strangers;
They talk about the sun, the leaves and how they made love when they were seventeen,

They are strangers;
If I may, I observe the spring as it succumbs to a hurricane,

They are strangers;
They evolve from chimps
They drink from their failures and dive into their sins

They are strangers;
They are like metal bars with rust

I am a stranger,
And I'll soon evolve
Into dust.
Sukanya Basu Apr 2020
I was wet darling,
The kind that bled rain from scents,

The end of March came as a bliss,
You were the chance I'd hardly miss

Little pottery pourie, naked in bed and soaked,
She realised on April first, she was the pretty joke.
Sukanya Basu Nov 2018
Do you ever wonder whether you are sleeping
With the wrong person on the right side of the bed
Tossing, turning, telling lies
Pretending to be alive when you are dead
Pretending to paint love in red
Do you ever wonder if she is not the one to love
But you don't like things rough
So you let go and pretend it's alright
She loves me, let me hug her,
But for me, it's a might
You ever come across lovers
Whom you aren't meant to be with
Scared to speak loud
Or open eyes to feel it
Do you ever wonder
Why you lie to yourself
Do you ever wonder
Sukanya Basu Nov 2018
I'll be waiting with dead roses
In a little horse and prim
White roses are sinful
And I ain't your kin
I'll be calling out to you
When it's dark and grey
I hope you come back home
And make love to your prey
I hope you come back home
And love me everyday.
Sukanya Basu Oct 2021
I don't need the air to make fun of my hair,
I'm not Billy Joel's piano man;

Sing me a freedom leash
That bounds my determination to boundaries,
The gin bartender turned out to be a professor of physics,
I'll tell him next life that calculation is wary,
My eyes brings no flight or fight response,

I am but a weaver.
Sukanya Basu Jan 2019
And I'd be sorry a million times and bow down
I'd whiplash my soul and not blink a tear down my spine;

My love, hath thy lips near close to mine
In thy cold grave, I'd hold you a million years when the world summons you to die.
War
Sukanya Basu Feb 2019
War
We are in a state of war, my friend

The trees are turning red

My mind are soldiers preparing for death

Their families, distraught, words left unsaid.

I'm in a state of war, my friend

I cannot keep on fighting till the end

The creatures in my head play jumbled words;

Not a soldier in my genes,

It's my reflection commanding enemies

Prepare for death;

I have given up my home,

Unto heaven, my martyred self.
Sukanya Basu Feb 17
I wish it could be simple as that,
An old man wearing a hat

And yet, I am stuck with his pension funds,
And the way his sons and daughters run;

Like an old age home stuck with seizures,
I like my paints measured,

My skin itches, it cannot set me free
Like water colours are meant to be.

I like control and precision,
Just like their parent’s decisions.
Sukanya Basu Apr 2016
When I burn,
And, I am thrown in flames,
Will you forgive my fights and screams?
When I burn,
And, the fire burns my veins,
Will you forgive me for all the stupid things?

I did or would have done
In the future non-existent,
And the lies written on my scars
Now sparkling in the sparkle reminiscent;

When I burn,
Will you forget the first hi and hello
And the shyness between us?

When I burn,
Will you forget,
The funny names we decided for our kids, at last?

When I burn,
Will you forget the awful 2 am fight?
Where we pushed and screamed,
Our Words extreme!
But how we held each other close, through out the night?

When I burn,
Will you remember,
The ring and
The vows that we said?

"Together and forever,
    Never alone,
        In life,
  And, in Death"
Sukanya Basu Jan 2013
I haven't thought about the fellow water waves
Flowing on a distant land in every step
The white foam, the blue face
Wipes away the sin of every ship
The pirates resting on wooden planks
Drinking *** and fish
Neither do they think of rusty slaves
Wearing torn and ***** rags
An also wearing sweat with every work
That they do not do on their wish
'land ahoy'! is all they say
And do not scold themselves for mistake
Yet keeps and eye on every slave.....
Even if they drop and apple
Or rumble a word in the food table
The pirates hold them for slay
And on and on sparkling knives
Cuts through rough skin
Being blood in disguise
Flows from wooden planks to the sea.....
And yet the sun has been a sign of hope
For, every traveller had to cope
To meet the land of treasures
Sun defines brightest light
Every happy kid flies a kite
And smile shows instead of fight
It has been known forever
Yet why is it that during sunrise and sunset
I see darkness brushing the trees
For injustice meet meets happiness
Where death meets hope in horizon
Is only when the sun meets the sea
Sukanya Basu Dec 2013
am i God's creation
am i hell's son
am i a peace treaty
or am i a machine gun
am i Machiavellian
or am i dumb struck
am i the music
am i the fun
am i the tears
running down your cheeks
am i unturned pages
you are waiting to read
am i the killer that struck your soul
am i the love you wanna take in once more
am i waters floating in  your bath tub
wil i make it replenishing
or make you numb
am i the cold weather that touches your skin
am i hot water that runs down your chin
am i the sovereign democratic country or
am i the one still longing for freedom
am i time ticking every second
am i the crowd shouting for fandom
am i the lips that you caress every day
am i the ears that hear everything you say
am i the pillow on which you sleep
am i your heart that thumps every second it beats?
Sukanya Basu Oct 2016
Tenacious enough,
I waited.

The sunlight glimmered
and i saw the last of you.
As your shadow walked by
an obscene memory

Metro trains with passenger heat
Countries crying for wars beneath

Smoking some blunt
And cursing luck

And as Hachiko waited
For years till death
And forlorn and debate

Should i wait for summer
Till it's Autumn again
Shoveling your snow and pain,

Winter was your middle name.
Sukanya Basu Dec 2018
The hills are calling out to me
It's time i gathered my belongings'
I'm a young traveller,
A kindred spirit
It's to you I call out no more,
I travel alone
I travel the seas,
I travel the noise,
I travel the desert
I travel without a choice
And once I travel, there's no turning back
I am my own wolf pack,
I'll get lost in the woods and leave no clue

One find day, you'll lose my track.
Sukanya Basu Sep 2021
She smokes three packs a day
And her hair is not meant for little kids

She has blue and red
And a bald spot

She tries to be the man of the house
And yet she is pointlessly barking at
Her neighbour's dog

I hope she fits in her jacket.
Sukanya Basu Nov 2023
The stale fish and the bedroom alabaster,
I quickly change into
My pajama bottoms and gills,
To slice my neck on the charcuterie board;

I glance at my watch as I turn in the grill,
This boy loves me;

Why else would he be smiling and putting truffle
On my pajamas with ruffles,
My roomates pretty baffled
About the boy in my kitchen

He was pretty with eyes that died
He asked me out on a friday night,
I chose to love instead of fight or flight,
He was the southern sea,
Oh what a glee!

Its a shame that it’s almost December,
The time I mourn my yarn
I knit a spider web for Christmas

And put my mouth to the barrel of a gun,


Maybe he could slice me kind
Sukanya Basu Jul 2021
I do not know why people follow rules,
They stand in the traffic amongst the red and green,
Like they are a **** reunion.
I lost my cat amongst the red,
The abhorrent hide and seek game of floundering.
My mother tied my braids,
My father marked my grades,
I cannot feel emotions.

Yet, I see your melted face and I cradle you in my *****,
Are tears gasoline?
Sukanya Basu Aug 2018
Eye of a stone,
Blinded in shame,
Snakes on my head
Crying in vain
Dare not trip in wires of the sky
God or men, hate them or die
duel of chic, Angels of brothels
Serving their bodice, mind and villany
To art disown heaven
Or to burn into dust
Hell is just the reality
Rising
To face,
To fall,
The superior
Or call him
Unworthy, fake,
Terror is his name!
"He is wise, he is great!"
Only fools pass his gate
To drag Lucifer the bringer of light
Into shadow, the dark of night
Call him Hades, call him bad
It's the truth in his hand
And how could i forget Poseidon
Dear me, the conned face of villainy
dragged my flesh and sent me to hell
Burning his desires unto my breadth
And i stood for justice name her
Athena she is fair
or so i though till i read
"She's one of them, beware!"
And turned my head into a snake like crown
fighting my innocence bringing me down
Alone in this misogynist land
Grab my bitter hand!
Mankind is cruel
Man doesn't build home,
Justice contradicts itself
And Gods turn us into stone

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