Midnight Cigarette Poem by Debayudh Chatterjee

I see stars burn out-
the scents of their ash reverting like words
within hollow pillars, trying to unfold
Weird mysteries of paper origami- a blank sheet of thoughts
It is a white empty clear line diagram with life and death
In it’s two axes pointing uncertain dimensions-
quadrants yet to be recovered
Quadrants yet to be made out
quadrants yet to rounded up
to haphazard bosoms- queer ideas those naturally arrive
ask you to be patient- ask for withered leave condoms protecting insanity
3-D mousse spurring through a pauper’s cupboard- spiders of two legs
walking in the streets more like unfolding hallucinations.
Love seems the fresh smell of beefsteaks
Love seems the crispy taste of dead rats
Love seems a pleasure with atoms of melancholy throughout
Within dusky fumes within deadly arches- strong defeated branches of an useless tree

Birds without wings those fly
Life without death but an end
Conceptions without perception
Sight without eyes
A run without legs
Between my two feet waterfalls choir
Between the sky and hell lands a whip
Between the mask and face reality crawls
Between waves and sea misery brawls
Between sex and love, window-pane and grills,
Books without a page and pages without a cover
Arms without finger and fingers without an arm

…I see stars burn out…