The Calling

This is an ode to my favorite city of work and dream. I love its everyday clatter, I drink its filthy water, I sleep on its lively street, and yet, I would love to say 'Love you Kolkata' where ever I be...

The Calling

 

’Tis the city of bizarre needs,
’Tis the land of maniacs’ puzzles.
’Tis the city of zigzag sorrows,
’Tis the land of surrendered myth.

And I lay myself open to
Touch the earthen furrows.

Deep inside the womb of the
Mundane attire:
Calling, yelling, shouting,
They go.

They go to the unknown destination.
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday.
In fact, they all know it for certain,
They would succumb too.
Yet they desire the stolen lives.

“Hey!” I call them,
But they do not hear,
Intoxicated as they are.

I choose to stay in
The Land of Nod.
I defy the deism, as
I see false proposition
All around.

I am called ‘idiot’.
Although perplexed, as though
I try creating news
That’s for all and not for me.

Yet they call me ‘maniac’.
Not for the news I produce,
But for their lust it reveals.

Now they rest in peace,
With tears flooding their dreams,
In a city without a heart.

It leaves a mark
Of uncountable footsteps
As deep as a rut!

 

Raja

Kolkata

West Bengal

Reviews

[Dianah]

'Tis the city of bizarre needs,
'Tis the land of maniacs' puzzles.
'Tis the city of zigzag sorrows,
'Tis the land of surrendered myth.

What an opening stanza! You set the scene well in this bustling city. I enjoyed the personal autobiographical touches too.

I am called 'idiot'.
Although perplexed, as though
I try creating news
That's for all and not for me.

Yet they call me 'maniac'.
Not for the news I produce,
But for their lust it reveals.

Wonderful insight into Kolkata.
Thanks,
Dianah.

[Gandré]

I defy the deism, as
I see false proposition
All around.

I am called ‘idiot’.------- this is modern world, world of money, making money, spending money and modern slaves. I loved this part, so expressive so typical. thank you dear friend Raja for entering my contest!

[An owl on the moon]

Deeply moving, darkly driven into places of the mind and heart, and a city that never really sleeps. Powerful work, my friend.

[Gandré]

this poem made me think ! very expressive poem. I also...was touched by your description... I can imagine this pulsing city with its millions of inhabitans. I know india is a city of many differences of beauty and powerty of education (IT technology) and simplicity and an old great culture. I read old texts and adore their wisdom. you wrote a wonderful tribut to your city.

[Ray Hamilton]

The world we live in has become a crazy unsafe place to live
Being judged by others day after day, I just be myself it's my world to, people either like me or they don't, their choice
I liked this write
Thanks Ray { Not a Poet }

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Very powerful words and imagery...I can picture you there amongst the hustle, bustle and unwitting participants. Beautiful words to reveal a troubled place it seems. Thank you - nice work.
Light,
Siddartha

[The Musings of Mary H.]

Now this is a memorable poem! Enjoyable read indeed! I'm curious to read more of your writings!

"'Tis the city of bizarre needs,
'Tis the land of maniacs' puzzles.
'Tis the city of zigzag sorrows,
'Tis the land of surrendered myth."

Great imagery!

blessings,
mary

[Emily B]

Wow! Intensity and flow produce all the desired effects. I enjoyed this field trip to an unknown destination very much.

[LizLadyNinja]

Very nice! The flow is a little bit strange to me, but its really good! ^_^ Thanks so much for sharing! Your first stanza was probably my favorite!