Tear off

they are there

you may not know it but they see you,

burnt wood, the brown blood tinted grass,

you can call them something else,

but they are very much there.

amidst the ruins and skeletons

the greetings in contrived smiles,

the sureness of the drift and tenor,

they know exactly what they are doing

and where they want to take you.

in the cadence of early birds

the haunting look of the nameless beast

end up grappling on the dark clay,

if you know the right word

you can show them the ultimate door.

it’s one of those grim moments

almost impossible to be in high spirits,

taking breaths in the dusty bowl, pin down hopes

reading the disorder and chaos of life,

till they arrive and tear you apart.

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About gopallahiri

Gopal Lahiri, a bilingual poet from India, has been writing poetry for more than twenty years. He has had five poetry collections in Bengali (mother tongue) and five collections in English. His poems appeared in print and electronic publications worldwide. He is a regular contributor of poems in several poetry web sites and magazines.

4 thoughts on “Tear off

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    I think that “Tear off” can legitimately be termed Poetry Noir. Well crafted,dare one say, almost precision-engineered with an abiding atmosphere of disquiet and redolent of uneasiness. In various allusions and references,it brought to mind Daphne du Maurier;particularly her work later filmed to great success in “The Birds” and “Don’t Look Now”.

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