Page 35 - Kolaj Sharodiya Review Edition
P. 35
Freedom of Expression! Journey Towards South
Dr. Swagata Ray Subhadip Bera
Media is flooded. As we headed towards south,
Red, Black, Candles, Flowers, Protests and Screams! a warm breeze touched upon us,
Hope Kumbhakarana wakes up soon. just to add a little more comfort;
while she asked, where is the sun?
I speak, you speak, they all speak. All we saw a diffused light,
Society, family, animal, sex, commerce. that penetrated the sky from the distant end.
Prospero becomes Caliban, Caliban the gentleman. It’s a subtle expression of color,
blue marrying with orange.
Came out of the womb, I was in blood. Like a sense of love and compassion together;
Stepped in adolescence, I was in blood. I said let’s stop for a while.
Voiced my desire, I was in blood. Let’s witness this perfect blend of togetherness,
Expressed my thought, I became blood. while having a cup of tea in the midst of nowhere.
The melodrama ended;
Water, water, water. when the sun started peeking,
Helicopters, flying words, plastic tears, flash lights. between the clouds with a sense of curiosity.
In-between Gods. The colors seemed little pale, as of uncomfortability,
and dispersed with a conscious smile.
HE is watching! We started packing our bags,
Ripped tongue, broken backbone, heartless prayers! and headed further towards south.
Shylock won the bait.
