Metamorphosis
A spider grinned wickedly at its prey,
Caught in the web, motionless, terror-stricken,
Shrouded in the shadow of death,
As the spider drooled in anticipation.
Primitive lust and greed danced in the air.
I watched vigilantly, my eyes on the monstrous creature.
I, too, am a captor—
A kidnapper, holding a boy hostage in my den,
Hidden from the prying eyes of detectives.
The spider rolled its tiny eyes as if to speak to me.
I grabbed a stick from the forest floor,
And with a fiery rage, dismantled the web,
Waving the stick in the air.
The spider leapt for refuge, escaping my sudden wrath.
Her prey, freed from the snare of death,
Offered me a silent, grateful salute,
Before darting to safety.
The bewildered spider spat venomous spite at me
And fled in haste.
I rushed to my den, determined—
To release my captive,
Return him to his mother’s warm embrace.
With that, I swore to begin anew—
A life of decency, free from cruel acts.
Dramatic Syndrome
You have no right to say otherwise—
My body is my own, and I alone decide
Who I share it with, how, and when.
You can’t deny that you love me—
And I love you too, deeply.
But love and physical hunger are not the same.
I love you with all my heart,
My love is sacred, pure as divinity—
Immaculate like a baby’s smile.
When you left, called away for urgent matters,
I missed you with an ache I could hardly bear.
My eyes longed to feast on your beauty,
My ears yearned for the softness of your voice,
And my hands trembled with the absence of your warmth.
Your absence was punishment for my senses.
I have always been loyal, devoted to your needs,
Caring for you in every way I can.
I am a lovebird, tethered to you,
Unable to fly without your presence.
You grew angry, stopped speaking to me,
Because I sated my physical hunger elsewhere.
I rented someone’s body for a moment—
To satisfy a primal, fleeting appetite.
Is that an unpardonable sin?
Do I deserve this hatred, as if I am vile?
You’re making much ado about nothing,
But even still, if you trample the flower of my love,
I won’t protest.
One thing remains true—
My love for you is not cheap or shallow,
It isn’t tainted simply because I shared someone’s body.
I will love you until my last breath.
And if you can break free from your psychological anguish,
I’ll be here, ready to reconcile,
Always waiting for your return.
A Matter of Irony
What was the apple of discord?
I can’t seem to recall.
We were two lovebirds,
Courtship stretched over time, soaring high,
Lost in the skies of emotion—our dreamland.
We ran with the playful wind,
Searching new worlds in impulsive exploration.
We danced with the joyful ripples of rivers,
Basking in divine delight.
We chased after the impala,
Roaming the fields of imagination,
Cherry-showering our daydreams.
We fell with murmuring fountains,
Caressing sentimental valleys,
We glowed in the sunlight,
Singing the psalms of love,
Glorifying our courtship in reverence.
Rolling across grassy carpets,
We found solace in healing our psychological wounds.
A single word of love carried divinity,
Turning our bond immortal.
Yet, despite all this,
We faced the bitter pangs of estrangement.
The reason was trivial, insignificant.
My lady love developed a hunger—
A physical longing that stirred her sensuality.
She asked me to satisfy her desire,
But I refused, weakened by my own body.
And with that refusal,
Our relationship shattered faster than I could explain.
I kept something from her—willingly.
Unbeknownst to her, I am HIV positive.
I had hoped to preserve a love that was purely platonic,
To keep it divine, untouched by the mortal realm.
But she was unhappy with this celestial approach,
Seeking more than just the purity of words.
How could I ever risk planting the seed
Of a life-taking disease
In her beautiful, unblemished body?
A sinking thought
He was laughing like a mad cap
I did not resist him from laughing lunatically
A long continuous giggling made her physical tired
He drank a glass of water with the thirst of desert sand
A Volcano got satiated
I asked him what was the cause of laughing so boisterously
He mused a mysterious smile and said that it was a funny incident
What he narrated was really a gigantic dilemma to me
He started with a delightful mood that made him glow with Splendour
He was sitting on the bank of a river it was a desolate and forlorn place, after sometime a beautiful lady appeared before his view
She was awfully beautiful as mesmerizing as a fairy Elf
She separated her closed lips and murmured in a soft and placid voice
She said that she was a tree but she had the power to transfer herself into any figure at her will
I was watching that you are sitting alone on the bank of the river
I liked you and I wanted to make courtship with you
So, I took the figure of an Elf
My friend touched her body and realised that she was really a human figure
But he was scared to accept her proposal
So, hatched a plan to get rid of her
He cunningly asked her that he wanted to see how she could transfer her again into a tree
She immediately transferred her in a big tree
In the meantime, my friend was so astonished that he did not Waste a second to run back to his residence.
Sujoy Bhattacharya is a nature poet of India. He loves to write poems on the strangeness of human psychology. He worships humanity and adores poetry as a living deity. Some of his works have been supported by magazines of global repute.
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