Poems of Paulami Chatterjee





Paulami Chatterjee is a second year student in the Department of Economics , Jadavpur University. She has done her schooling from Delhi Public School, Megacity and South Point High School. An avid reader since childhood she started writing poems from a very young age and believes in poetry as an expression of self.

Today her two poems are published. 


1 : RIPOSTE


If the world were to end today 
And I asked you to choose a time,
When the sky could fall,
What would you choose?
Dusk or dawn?

If you chose dusk,
What would you do with all the love
You gathered throughout the day.
In bits in pieces?

If you chose dawn 
What would you do with the love
Leftover 
From yesterday?

What if I told you
That the world was at war 
And everybody needed love 
That all the leftovers from yesterday
And all the love of today
Would not be enough 
To end all the wars in all the world.
What would you do then?

Would you rather end all the wars?
Or 
Would you rather end all the all the world.
And even if you ended all the wars 
With borrowed love , 
Could you choose a time 
To let the sky fall?



2 : Bullets in a heartbeat


You feed the shadows with your sunshine
As if you belong in a dream with your effervescent smile , in which they find solace 
When bullets fly and roses don't bloom, 
They make do with the leftovers of love.
In secret diaries and glimpses of your smile.
Like the echoes of mountains on a misty morning.
They see you floating as if in a limbo or like cherry blossoms in spring.
They are the bubbles, the ephemeral beings who want to float along with you.
They listen to your whispers closely as if to gauge your pattern of musings.
They listen long enough to let it morph into silence. 
Deafening.
Like the buzz of a thousand bees
They are blinded
Like they are , looking at the July sun
They try to bottle you up and celebrate it as love
Like they try to collect the sea in seashells, 
Remnants of romance in the pearl blue sky.
Peace in the bullet torn world 
They deify you long enough to keep you 
In their back pockets.
While talking to another deified version of you
Almost as if
Blsphemy is a prized possession.

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