Noisy

Feathers reign

Their beauty, strength

Unsightliness

Gives wings,

Alongside polish and elegance

fluttering deafens

Flesh bedazzles.

Organs, nearly all

Create an invincible wall,

The dysfunctional innocence

With ignorance, arrogance

Enjoys and celebrates

Noise in silence.

Cleanliness continues

Ceaseless

Garden of words

Beautiful letters

Aesthetic expressions

Charm comforts

Senses out of the hide

In broad daylight

Still, moving lives suicide

Humming weapons inside

Feathers fall as feathers

From outside to outside.

Clean or muddy

Weak or sturdy

Feathers are feathers

Farther from the flyer

Nesting at ease

In hearts that buzz

Beyond letters and words

Spotless, clear

Silence that speaks.

Blindness

I was driving at sixty-five

Going for a picnic, with family;

Old Hindi songs,

Homemade sandwiches, drinks

Affectionate, caring words

Floating around

Dancing inside out

Laughing, giggling,

The air, so embracing.

I saw another family driving

The car I wanted to buy

Brushed past,

Anger painted my face

With sharp eyes, I was engaged in the race,

Hopping to hundred and twenty;

Leaving my family, happiness

Importing unwanted stress

Racing and racing.

Neighbors of the world

You are out on a picnic journey;

Songs, foods, warm words

Ignored on the way,

Thoughts to beat, compete, and overtake

Your comfort so rich, fleeting away

Putting innocent lives at stake

Chasing poor thoughts of agony

Driving and driving.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

পরিনিতা

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

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.