Chiaroscuro Poem by Sumanta Chatterjee

I
Downpour on hazy glasses
Paints a wild thrill
Over lights intoxicated
As if the two shades
Walking through silent delirium.


II
That smoky sketch
Leads me toward patience,
To learn to listen
The kiss of echoes
Under liquid moonbeams.
Full of urban Houdini
On the bloody surface
Lips cling to seasonal dreams.


III
Points fade with visions,
Eyes remain the same
To witness libido
Playing in a fleshy way,
Complexion-clad soft world
Creeps into a blind alley
Where eidos prehistoric
Weave an unfinished symphony,
Of the ebb and flow.