{"id":17512,"date":"2025-05-24T13:21:40","date_gmt":"2025-05-24T13:21:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/?p=17512"},"modified":"2025-05-24T14:23:04","modified_gmt":"2025-05-24T14:23:04","slug":"poems-written-by-chirantan-sinha","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/poems-written-by-chirantan-sinha\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems written by Chirantan Sinha"},"content":{"rendered":"


\nMAMA IN THE WOODS<\/strong><\/p>\n

There lay still, the widespread forest
\nengulfing a wood hut, braided with wrinkles
\nThere slept the little boy
\nas her mother kissed him
\nas the forest slept alongside<\/p>\n

Hide and seek,
\nthey used to play
\nthe mother always trying
\nthe boy seeking help from the trees
\nthey whispered him spots
\nwhere her mother would never look
\nbut she always won
\nhugging, they’d come back
\nleaving the forest amazed
\nhow could she find him every time
\nthe forest thought, it hurt it’s pride<\/p>\n

One evening, when the winds had
\nhissed all day, the boy went far
\nas they asked him to
\nhe went far, from all the troubles
\nas they promised<\/p>\n

Scared was the mother
\nscared, that the boy
\nhad found new realms
\nfar from the innocence of boyhood
\nshe called out, even pleaded to the trees
\nthere wasn’t an answer,
\nshe was asked to leave<\/p>\n

But she waited
\nfor the sun to rise
\nfor the peek of the boy
\nfor the warmth of his hug
\nshe waited like a child
\nthere wasn’t an answer
\nbut she never left
\nsmelled the dew of the east
\nfelt the hollowness in her chest
\nbut she never left<\/p>\n

Now was the time,
\nshe looked into their eyes
\nthe silence had to break
\nall the fragrance had died
\nthe forest was burning
\nflying were not whispers but ashes
\nshe would burn down the earth
\nburn them all for her boy
\nsuch was the fire
\nsuch was the pride
\nsuch was her love
\nher love, burning now!<\/p>\n

I AM GOD<\/strong><\/p>\n

They say I am everywhere
\nin every soul which burns,
\ntill it soothes itself.
\nTill the wound is fresh as spring, and
\nthey say I dictate everything they do,
\nwhile I open my eyes and nose
\ninhaling the vapour of the cosmos
\ncondescending through sweat and water, healing the pure, the alchemy, the purest.
\nI know everything, they say they know
\nlayers appear to me, thick and black
\nas constant as a kaleidoscope
\nI judge these by their roots
\nmushrooming till time
\nI understand their Nexus
\nthey say they fear me
\nblood for blood they plead
\nthey offer me trophies of flesh
\nthey love me, like Sodom loved it’s men
\nthey say I created this euphoria
\nof them protons, dancing to the tunes of my masochism
\nI feel the destruction, it is as pleasurable as the nights in the worm,
\nas the flowers soak dry.
\nI feel the destruction of souls,
\nI feel the darkness of desolation
\nthey say I am invincible,
\nthe destroyer of the earths.<\/p>\n

SOLITUDE <\/strong><\/p>\n

One day when I was without the fear
\nWithout the unknownness of solitude
\nI could walk across the boulevard
\nHead held high, encapsulated
\nBy the streamlined way of life
\nWas it destiny,that our eyes met,
\nOur lips flowing deep into sync.
\nI had longed for this de- construction.
\nNever knew someone was paying attention
\nYou came with the winter sunlight
\nSpreading across illusions,along
\nThe brownian motion of endearment
\nThe universe was smaller again
\nMars to Mars, we flew.
\nSummer had brought the darkness
\nCried the neon lights
\nAs unlike as surrealism
\n” Who are you”, said you
\n“I am the unnecessary,
\nThe silence of all emptiness”
\n” A reflection of rhetoric,the
\nUnsophisticated truth of fantasy”
\n“Sanity has prevailed”, said they
\nAs burnt as our souls were,
\nThe magma continues to flow,
\nOur wings still there.
\nVacuum shall bring us back
\nCelebrating togetherness
\nNext when the universe shrinks,
\nOnly to give us space
\nto spread our wings.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Meet Chirantan Sinha
\nA talented young poet and Operations Lead at Shell, Chirantan Sinha weaves words into powerful verses that touch the heart and soul. Born in 1989, Chirantan’s creative expressions reflect his unique perspective on life, love, and the world around him. With a background in market risk management, he brings a distinct voice to the world of poetry, blending analytical insight with artistic flair. His work is a testament to the intersection of logic and creativity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":17521,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[111],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17512"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17512"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17512\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17514,"href":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17512\/revisions\/17514"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/17521"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17512"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17512"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/abahaman.com\/abahaman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17512"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}