Equation

Man money machine
Quadratic equation lies
Woman explores x

An invitation

An invitation 

Look into the palm.
On the near rooftop,
Hard as rock soft as arouse crop,
Wheels not needed for willing wings,
Climb aboard to fly and smile!
Readers so dear the paw marries,
No intent, no motive, no hidden malice,
Stable unfailing the hand to wed,
No fears or fights no dodge or trade!

Look into the palm.

Steady to the clear sky,
Nests inside seldom fake or lie,
With light and air and water abound,
Mount a little above the ground!
Readers to breed an open delight,
No caprice, no margins, no stunning fright,
Strong as rock and tender as erect crop,
It goes so smooth, it stays and sings!

In act one

In act one

Brush, brush, brush
A rush of colours on the paper sky,
Soft, violent; all in, upon them
Brushing words inside out;
O what a shame!
Brushing organs in broad daylight,
Tune of emotions foaming out,
Everyone oversees overlooks,
Threads of buttons going back
In act one
As cottons;
Candy flosses flying in front of the eyes,
It is all so loose, clear like an open chest,
Brushes now deep, indeed inside,
White paper grins and plaints!
Its colours lost without remorse,
Threads continue to rewind as cottons,
With order, disorder; on the paper sky,
Brush, brush, brush

Raymond Queneau’s poem on poem translated into English

Un poème
By Raymond Queneau 

Bien placés bien choisis

quelques mots font une poésie
les mots il suffit qu’on les aime
pour écrire un poème
on ne sait pas toujours ce qu’on dit
lorsque naît la poésie
faut ensuite rechercher le thème
pour intituler le poème
mais d’autres fois on pleure on rit
en écrivant la poésie
ça a toujours kékchose d’extrème
un poème

Poem 

English translation by Supratik Sen

Accurately placed perfectly chosen

some words conceive a poem
love for apt words is quintessential
to write a poem
when a poem is born
we may not always grasp what is said
we seek anon for the theme
to bequeath a name
we whimper and chuckle at other times
while writing a poem
a poem
always possesses something extreme

In the midst of

In the midst of

Unrest incomplete
In the midst of
Wealth, health aplenty
I threw it away and was empty
Searched for it with unspeakable pain
In the vault in the loft from brain to brain!

In the midst of

Dirt and dust
I found the jewel in its throne unhurt
Lying in the drain for quite some time
Didn’t get washed somehow as slime!

In the midst of profit and gain

I threw it of me, thought was gone
Found it again in the trench of my lawn
Shining at me smiling sans cesse
Picking it again and going through stress!

I looked at it close a little from above

I took it in me was complete with love!



The poem urges readers to pause and think of something they have thrown away in disbelief. And now, in the midst of broken values and sheer lovelessness, that something seems to be missing the most.
If the intelligent minds could think, many fools could be saved. The Earth is the biggest fool.

The balcony of the unpainted house

The balcony of the unpainted house

I left the house long ago,
When I was just twenty,
My childhood grew up in every corner
Of that universe;
I was born to love the place,
Knew every cell of my balcony,
My terrace, my staircase,
They knew me before I could see;
I’d painted the house with my sounds,
With my smells my sorrows and joys without bounds,
My unsure youth dared to step out,
On the streets whistling, playing, just being,
Wasting times in scores, unnoticed,
Until it was snatched;
Went to a new place though not very far,
Everything there was strange,
The smell, the air, the much bigger terrace balcony,
Reminded me more of the place no more to see;
However, I learned to love the place
My father had bought … in time, I
Began to know the place,
Busy and accounted time travelled with me,
Never gave me the space to be in my long-lost place,
Until years later;
My car just happened to pass near the lane,
In the evening I saw children playing my games,
Guys in their twenties whistling my songs from a little far,
I came out of my car;
My make-up was such a big hide,
Stopped for a minute before the unmoved house,
Games interrupted for a while with children looking vexed,
They thought who on earth this stranger could be,
I looked at the house my parents calling my ears could see,
The balcony of the unpainted house recognized me.

Stones in power

Stones in power

Stones in power,
Different, of varying degree, height and weight
Wealth full of words of self,
Obsessed with worth and nothing else,
Lying about most anywhere,
Inert, incapable on their own,
Yet proudly begging for a push!

Statue

Statue

From in between truth and lie,
Secret and illusion,
A statue emerged with eyes closed;
The sculptor carved it when the
Moon was shining in his mind,
When masters of the school were
Busy alerting, warning their students
With cleverish couplets;
The sculptor had to take a call,
Was unmindful, caved inside…
With a moon in his mind;
The silver water that appeared like silk
Was as openly true as the milky grasses of the moon-bathed meadow
A cloth was ordered to cover the eyes and ears,
The sculptor covered the head.
A passer-by looked strangely as a friend;
The elusive statue is not what it appears to be.

Hey there!

Hey leaders
Your countries are showing off wealth and power
Growth and development

Hey leaders

Your countries are in need of wealth and power
Growth and development

Hey beggars of the world
Sit and discuss
And beg for peace above all

Hey poet

We have assigned the task to people in dress
To saints, priests and other obedient theists
We don’t need your buys

Hey dealers

There are lovers who want peace to undress
See you move and grow and progress
To spend is to grow
You have senses to know
The disease that defines the oily water so airy
Economy is the worst blasphemy

 

Hey there!
You popper of a poet
Ha! Take our rhyme for a test
Don’t spread your vice
We have theists who advice

Lines

Lines

Lines

I see big and small
Cutting an apple into smaller sizes

Lines

I see big and small
Breaking a speech into smaller shapes

Lines

I see big and small

Bordering mountains seas lands into different
Entities ready for fight

Lines

I see big and small
Fencing indifferent groups of various kinds
Murder slaughter sunder

…

Lines

I see big and small
Spreading the fruit of experiences 
Into worldly discussions
To address different areas of discord