junkyard

broken

heart, dreams, hopes

lost sleeps, frozen tears

beyond repair,

a messy junkyard

itineray repeat

cancelled

blue

in the hot summer afternoon

the rainbow melts into sweats

comes down to the sea

becomes blue

--

then sometime, specially at morning hours

the rainbow rises from the sea again

hides itself in the sky

by becoming blue

--

i carry a blue dragon fly in my heart

last spring, it had slipped into a bottle of ink

#neel rong chilo bhishon priyo, again

night

the night ends

but leaves behind its darkness

so we lose our way

during the day.

--

street lights stronger than the sun

at night, dreams are on a run

three flowers

i gave you the first flower, a hibiscus

when

i gave you my friendship

--

when i wanted to give you a smile

but had none with me,

i gave you the second flower, a rose

--

and then

one day

i gave you the third flower

one lone night jasmine.

this is my favourite flower

complaints

the hot tea burns my lips

the cold ones do not taste good

i think i will stick to coffee

evening of return

the sun has shed its tears

and risen again

autumn leaves have fallen

spring flowers have arrived

all other evenings have come and gone

now only remains the evening of return

each other

with everybody else

we laugh and smile

we can cry

only when with each other

poor respite

it scampered away

knowing not where.

it ran through the hills

drowned and floated in rivers

passed by hearts; black and red

stepped on the toes of days and nights, and noons.

--

it scampered away

everywhere.

--

it only wanted to find a place

where you are not there.

--

but everywhere it went

you followed

sometime as days, sometime as nights

sometime as the hills, sometime as the rivers

sometime,

as everything

that there ever could be !

love

like the rain
that poured heavily last evening
unseasonal, unreasonable.
this too is unconditional, unfathomable

evening stroll

it is just before the winter
rain is scarce
the river is almost dry
somehow, out of old habit
it still crawls by.
---
the snake has come out of its hole
it is too dry inside
and though it is not thirsty
it persuaded itself
that it needs some fresh air
the snake has made this new habit
of crawling by the length of the river
a little, each evening
like an evening stroll
taken in the afternoon
---
the snake knows
soon the river will dry out
it also knows
then
it will crawl by the memory of the river
like an evening stroll
taken at midnight.
---
the snake does not know
soon it will rain.
the best laid plans are always de-railed.

no shore

the memory of old rain 
seeps into the mind,
and builds a shallow pool.
i drown into it.
there is no shore in love

whats in your mind?

in that state of mind
when anything can make you smile
when anything can make you cry
at the same time, nothing can make you smile
at the same time, nothing can make you cry

funeral

each day
the sun dies a little more
each night
the stars come for its funeral

be-nazar

bas ek mutthi zameen le li
aasmaa maan ke chala usse
chaand taara na nazar aaya toh
subah maan ke har pal ko jiya maine 

shaam

Jo tumhaari yaadon se shuru hui thi
Aaj bhi woh shaam dhali nahi

sone na diya

kabhi tere pyar ne
aur kabhi tere bewafai ne
sone na diya mujhko

unannounced!

the car stops silently
it does not want to tell anyone
that it has stopped killing the dead cat
lying under its wheels.
the cat continues purring
it does not want to announce its death
yet !

kam par jaaye

woh raatein 
jab
khuda, khud 
aur dua
kam par jaaye
bas, 
bas dard reh jaaye

p. kutcher

"well, i know its none of my business but it was never about any business" -p. kutcher

fall

i slipped only twice
once i had to hang by the thread of a kite,
a red kite with a green tail.
(no, it was not a Japanese kite
no, it was not shaped liked a dragon)
and once i fell on a silver pool
(i think it was the moon
but i am not sure
sometime it feels just like a star too)
but anyways
each time i managed to survive.


P.S. each time
i woke up from the fall
i found myself in your arms

my reason to smile

when i am sad
do not wipe my tears
just come to me
and be my reason to smile


(draupadi & krishna - jaya)

stilettos

i slipped only twice
once i had to hang by the thread of a kite,
a red kite with a green tail.
(no, it was not a Japanese kite
no, it was not shaped liked a dragon)
and once i fell on a silver pool
(i think it was the moon
but i am not sure
sometime it feels just like a star too)
but anyways
each time i managed to survive.


P.S. each time
the blame was fully owned
by my newly bought stilettos

love

i wept
i smiled
i ran
i walked
i cried out loud
i laughed out loud
i remained silent
i talked and talked
i went away
i came back 
i did
and i undid
i could breathe
only when i surrendered


--
i did
and i undid
i went away
and i came back

abode of freedom

i donot
beckon you to my heart
come only as you please
and feel free to stay away
my heart should not be a prison for you
let it be your
abode of freedom

obhimaan

tumi najana
mur soku't bhaahi thaake 
amaar prem'r aakha
uposi pore baabei moi sokulu tuku


tumi nubuja
mur obhimaan'ot thoop khai thake
mur bhalpuwa
bhalpao baabei moi obhimaan koru

nehru park, ghy

aabege aabegor haat dhori bohi aase
ketiyaba kotha paatise
sokuwe sokuwe saise
ba nirbaak nispaap
--
protitu onu poromanu
rondhro rondhro, bindhya bindhya
aaru xubah'or fuwara
xeyehe maatal.
--
kaaron
aabege aabegor haat dhori bohi aase...

extra-marital

soku're tumi kobita likha
haat'ere pitiki pitiki
xihot'ok prem'or gor diya
nijor ukhah'or tulapaar'ere
xihot'or bukut dhou tula .
--
tumar aaru kobita'r prem dekhi
moi duroir pora ro lagi sai thaku

bas ek ratti bhar jahaan ki kami hai
jaha rakhh paaye iss dil ko
kharch hi kar lete thoda iss dil ko
bazaar bhi toh aise nhi
ki dil bik jaaye !

contradiction

jun tuwe theh paati
rooh ghor'ot xumaai thoka raati bur
aajikaali bor diigholiya hoi
ei raati bur
tumaar kotha bhaabutei
paar hoi jaai
thikei xunisilu,
aasolote raati bur bor suti

(Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.
Walt Whitman)

the sea will come no more

Six wished her morning.

She did not hear a thing

Her head phone was on.

He did not wish her any.

He knows she is deaf.

He just hugged her.

….

He passed by the pond

The gannet was eating some fish

The fish screamed for help

He just passed by

There is no sea in his city

Gannets live only by the sea

----

The city is sad today

A mail has come

Informing

The sea will come

No more in its dream

Dennis sinned - a palindrome

ejaak tora'r borokhun
sesa, haar kopi jaai
tej gut maaru,
gut maaru
borof'ot haat xeki
jiyai aase jun tu !

the open window

they say
love flows out of the window
now
it has been open for a long time
may be
love has lost its wings

locked door

you came in
i gave you the key
you locked the door
and went out