Voices

they are not men or
women
but humans born with
blood and bones

they call crimes ‘love and
passion’
perhaps they hallucinate
when their blood dilutes
in anger

they have seen cuts in
their skins
and prepared themselves
to slice others

can we forgive them ever
in reality…
even if we know that
humans hurt back after
they suffer

what about the girl in me,
who cries each night
what about the boy in me,
who dies each morning
what about the wife in me,
who waits each afternoon
what about the husband
in me,
who hates to return each
evening

who are they, fleeting
crimes
or illusions that climb up
life and break dreams

the screams of voices
choked in pains

and we wait for miracles
to change our fates

rise, rise and let your
blood flow, if one has
hurt you let the world
know

only then the echoes will
reach million hearts and
break the web of hidden
masks

About the Author

Anindita Bose ( 4 Posts)

Born and brought up in Kolkata, Anindita Bose is inspired by the zeal of her city of joy. She has an interest in psychology which she believes has connected her closely to universal ideas and human emotions. She believes words have immense possibilities to create life out of nothing. "Let's decode the labyrinth of life" is what she thinks when words form stories in her conscious and subconscious minds. Recently her poems and stories got published in Tuck Magazine, eFiction India Magazine and Indiaree Magazine. Her poems are part of several Anthologies, such as 'Roses & Rhymes: Poetry on Love & Life' and 'Hues Of Womanhood' are two recent ones. She is a working professional and when not writing she is actively involved in activities of a poetry group named ‘Rhythm Divine’ of which she is a co-founder. Apart from poetry writing, she is also into short story writing, painting, photography and travelling.
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