Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Decision



The priests, politicians, industrialists
Decided for long to man the world
Came running, rushing to the red shore
At once, not to condole
But with folded hands, to implore
Manage the disaster
By the shouldering protagonists
Acting for ages, cornered on the floor.

News reached too late. Now worships, wealth, goods
Craving for attention, for food
Won't be born, but burn in the woods.
For farmers have decided not to plough anymore,
Women, not to conceive like marionettes of the folklore.
Severed the lines
Fruit between the thighs,
Thoughts now dead, to violate and roar.

The last space dropped in the ocean. Done.
Rulers meek, weak, with lost rank and file,
Piper just left, his tune-trail behind
Crowd crying in turn,
Thirsty, wailing waves
Outside, in the mind
Hurling through the caves
Futile! Sterile!

Terror threats of the nuclear world
Like the erring peace, hollow words.

Intelligent men could never believe,
The need to manufacture Adam and Eve.

Scientists now have eggs on their Face,
They decided to focus on the Outer Space.

Leaders in rupture on this final defeat,
Blaming the flutist for his indecisive feat.

Walls now cracking on the soldiers' Earth,
Resting in peace one species birth.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Speed

It has exploded into my space
easy, full with calmness
I get your written thoughts, in seconds.
Earlier I was sailing on my own

Now, running into ambit unknown
a person, a people
black, purple
flesh-less poppers
give me, give me paroles
chasing destruction
with folded hands
covered eyes
coded colored minds
worried fears
deafening ears.

Reaching in seconds at every gate
bedrooms, kitchens, gardens
being on time, a little late.

Connection

cloud
darkness and light
gloom and freshness
flesh of water
condense, expanded
I write my letter.

When it reaches
you
will be wet
fresh and pure
questions, responses
floating certain, unsure
breathing
without gasping jam
my love will reach
your bones
your blood…

Your cloud
will arrive,
a while ago
I was looking upon you
now you above me
expression of experience
a moving sense of space.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

I will not let you go

I will not let you go
you are dear to me
I spent time with you
ignoring reality
I was chasing you, as palpable
I will not let you forget
me
I lost the game
but I was charging the ball
my stay
a coffin in the playground
smirks sounded like claps
from inside
I could hear my heart cry
I will not let you go


Monday, January 16, 2017

Lovers



Wind is the writer,
Earth is the page,
Stories written all around
Falling from the blue on the ground
Flowers and fruits
Grasses soft and tender
Blooming, humming round the flute,
Reaping for readers to gauge.

Wind is also a witness
To dreads of many a kind,
Earth, eager to erase
The script so dead, unkind.

Wind gifts the stars
To the earth, day and night
Despite the bruising scars
Lovers' longhand is right.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Being beyond

I was trying to look for some space
From deep inside to a far-off land  
Where I could be just me,
I closed my eyes, went to the moon
I wept,
My eyes, wet
You were also in there
Golden and fresh…
This fatal season
Where I am fumbling for some time
Maybe a little land, or a word, just a word
This yellow heat that I am sensing now
You have become golden in the silver zone.
If I could write you down,
For those tears that came
Coerced me to slip,
Open my eyes
In the moon of my mind,
There is no room
As naked as this earth,
Which part of this world is this?
Which season does my heart unfold?
Color blind I have since childhood known
Am I blinded by space too?
I hold a droplet in my nail
Behold it again and again
The physical and the non-physical
Out-pours in a drop, just a drop
That absorbs an ocean
Beyond time, being in time
Beyond space, being in space
The face shines.
The being smiles.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

পরিনিতা
















পড়ে প্রেম পিরিতে
পরিণতি পেলাম আমি
চড়ে বিয়ের পিড়িতে
হলাম আমি পরিনিতা
রাঙা সিঁন্দুর সিথিতে

Monday, January 9, 2017

Inference

Poverty also has poetry in it
Let’s live with it if we might
Victory of the haves may or may not retreat
Poetry can with its strength write.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Poverty

In this civilized world
How easy it has become
To move on…

Walking over violated women
A hand to the rapists,
Stampeding the poor
Affording the rich,
Running over innocence
Assisting the culprits.

In our civilized world
How easy it has become
To move on…

Talking of peace
Marketing violence,
Discussing acceptance
Nursing intolerance,
Eloquent strategies for the poor
But poverty begs from door to door.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Treat you well

Yes, I was once pushed into it,
But now I enjoy every bit
Of the sale,
Talking to the one who brings them
To me, and ah, talking to those lames
Who spread those sticky cells,
On and off the bed,
A mark of their indifferent trade.

But my dear,
You haven’t come into the affair
Still you have fear,
Want them to treat you well
Why’d you wait for it and wail,
Treat you well? What do you mean hey!
Underestimating self by giving them sway!

No, celebrate you victory
When you’re violated,
In the long trajectory
Of silence, you have overrated
The tools
Of those desperate fools.