snatchers

as i 
go askance
from one car to another
asking for a rupee, a morsel
in the busy delhi road
i often wonder
how greedily they look at my tin bowl
holding a few coins, one or two tattered notes
from the other side of their window glasses
hurriedly pulled up at my approach.

often
i feel grateful that their glasses are up
lest, they should snatch away my few coins from me.
after all, aren't the rich famous for their snatching away skills?
only last september, one of them had snatched away the life of my brother
while merrily driving a car by our pavement

in-between

thoughts of you keep me awake
and that i might dream of you lures me to sleep 
in-between, half awake, half asleep, i lie restless

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days pass by
nights pass by
in-between them, life passes by

...............

in-between pages
still lie a dry flower.
a dead memory, peaceful in its sleep

...............

like sand slipping away in-between fingers
life slipped by
now all of me lies in a heap of sand by my feet

............

in-between

despair, pangs, morbid melancholies, blues

hope keeps fluttering like fireflies

26

edin rati moi tuk bisari paisilu

mur xeteli't pori thoka

adha porha kitap khonor

26 nombor pristhar maajot

....

ajiu xei paat khonor suk tu

bhaaj maari thuwa ase.

prayei taare akhor-xobdo bur

moi liriki bidari sau

....

gaate ga laagi
juji muji
thela hesa kori thoka
aami duta'r prothom akhor juktakhor 
moi taate baare baare bisari pau

.....

thik jen lo'ye po'ye loga di gaate gaa laagi asu aami

eta 'go' logai dilei golpo hoi jaam :)