Nandita Samanta writes

Mind Games 

In a dystopian mind-- thoughts are like stars  that collide with each other and shoot hot fumes.

Corrupt hunger, truthful intent, latent impulses, groping axioms a mess of stress one would ask for confusions less. Guts in knots and the brain is mush. 

Moments felt, moments understood binding grievances pave the way for unfettered thoughts to have their say.

Brevity speaks a thousand words, bivouac of life stands on a million swords.

The undeniable weaknesses whisper, the bravest intentions undeciphered, remains the codes of a layered mind.

-- Tomasz Alen Kopera

Nandita Samanta writes

Losing to a moment ~

Why is my heart getting wrapped

around my frozen mind, 

squeezing it,

and sending it into isolation
in a languid cell
to the point of desperation?

It's not that my heart
wanders everywhere without care
but it is consumed
by the focus, fascination
and interest of this moment!

The attraction is
nulling a part of me,
losing it
to the sweet aroma,
white softness and brilliance of a second
unfurling like a night bloom.

Oh! this moment of creation
is expanding the room of my heart
warming, softening, and awakening
the rush, the transfusion,
the perfusion of my soul.

In this creation, I feel a celebration.
In this instant of pausing
I have again found
my heart rejoicing
in oomphs and sighs,
feeling the graceful embracing warmth,
the ineffable touch of elation
in words of devotion, benumbed by the ineluctable grip of ephemerae.

-- Henry Cockburn

Nandita Samanta writes

Unsaid 

You know not what pain I hide in words

A world hides in a blob! 

I always wanted to say oceans 

But ended up saying a drop.

Judged by a shell that I fake in smiles

I had a story to tell all the while 

In the yolk of truth embodied in tears. 

Walking through the crisscrosses of destiny for miles

Through the night's susceptible hours I search 

With my tongue for some words reminiscing you,

One that doesn't insist on Your Oneness, 

Which I doubt, still exists in me very much.

Will you care to listen to the unsaid? 

Might find featuring somewhere in a shade

All those things I wanted to but couldn't say 

In my reflection find yourself in a colourful recollection.
Sun Glass Reflection -- Simon Hennessey