Satyaki Mukherjee, hailing from a village by the name of Ukhra in Eastern India, has been keen on writing since his childhood. His poems have appeared in Muse India -your space and Levure Literraire.
The Gods Themselves
From the dusk, it begins - nasty persecution of strength, choking freedom with clothes of shame.
It is the stoning of pride, the burning of a mother, drowning the bride in the dark, The horrid silencing...
When the midnight comes and the saints hold spectre - we all are moulded into goddesses. That "Goddess India" !
But, we just spit on ourselves and put on the hijab of masculinity.
Shouldn't we be riding the lions, holding the sacrifical sword of Kaali, burn fireless with the strain of Veena and paint revolution from the rice fields?
And finally when the sun rises - we be the Trinity themselves irrespective of what we are !
Your priggish fire conquers my sky ... I'm helpless.
So pusillanimous my heart becomes when it sees your mayhem and the spark, followed by an epic pyrotechnic .
So endlessly treacherous it becomes, when I want to burn... Why ? What inferno you hold !
O How do I stop it? How do I?
Can you Eat a Pineapple?
A mother with her irreligious tusk lifted that stupendous faith. What an adventurous mother !
Fiery is her ears like the pheonix wings and her nose like the unseen Durga. Her body like that Titan Atlas but her eyes – same as my mother's ...
Millions of faith slept in her belly but she couldn't feed the devotees in mask.
So, she lifted that heavy faith with her motherly-irreligious tusk . Then, drank fire and slept in water...
Desires ( Samsara)
Maysynram to the Himalayan sing-song shall be my Linnet's chirp. Over my shoulder he shall rest, and I wander barefoot. Had I been a monk - with the Buddhist feets that seizes Mount Fuji, I shall be lost resonating their chants.
Then, through the European plains I shall preach with them - the words never knew or will I ever dare ...
Finally, after the stroll ends, I shall carve my shroud, below the pious flakes of Antarctica.
And, the epitaph - "Alas! I am nothing but a bird biting his cage.