some threeliners

Train at night whistles

Ready food calls from kitchen

Children on terrace

Newly wed bride looks

Moon behind the cloud peeps

Groom sees pleasant smiles

Recession panics

Lovers meet in open air

For some priceless time

Compulsive begging

Compulsive begging

Calling bell rings.

Yes, come in please.

She has come from the Sundarbans

To a painter’s house;

I the painter will run my brush of her

For a high-end client;

Her struggling teeth opened up to give

Me something she’d want me to know as smile,

I smiled back, water? She drank the cold glass

With rhythmic sound that spoke of her class.

Go to the room and freshen up if you please.

She goes and comes back to take the comfortable seat

Sponsored for her for a while…

I had three canvasses arranged…one of her undressing

Second undressed…and the third of her organs alone.

My brush goes into the veins of the saree, the soutien

She loosened like the skin of a chicken,

As though she has done it many a times

To fill up the mouths of beggars in her family;

The first canvas done…over to the next…

The foundation is done…

I had in mind that the client wanted

An authentic picture… so the black hair with

Impoverished red lines, the ribs connecting her breasts

The eyes of daily dolor, nipples bitten by vagabonds

Had to figure;

Going to the third…the place of creation and destruction

The place of nurture and torture

Had to show;

I found myself borné…opened me up completely!

I am not Duhshasana for heaven’s sake!

In a moment, on seeing my hairy thorns up and about

She eyed me up and down… all of me!

Yes, good…I said to the object activated

My brush is rushing through the land

I saw fruits, flowers, birds in the garden

That hanged between me and her

Until it was time for her to leave

For an amount of alms up her sleeve;

For the final dressing, she’s not required anymore

Canvasses ready to undrape callers from door to door.

Note:

Sundarbans: The forest which is famous for sundari (beautiful) trees and the Royal Bengal Tigers. It is also the place from where budding/professional artists hire their subjects.

Duhshasana: One of the Kaurava brothers in the epic The Mahabharata. The name also means bad (duh) ruling (shasana). He is also remembered as the one who tried to undress Draupadi (wife of the Pandavas) in public.

Abandoned poet

IAbandoned poet

f you have to talk of the past;
Talk;
You will see it in the present for sure,
A hammock swinging a hammer,
Will order the garden with nails;
To bake some hot cake tales!
You allow the craft to flow
In this mesmerizing art;
You think what you’re doing is work
Bringing back an image that matches the murk?
To violate peace with your laundry that had washed
The past with waters of fear,
While in your naïve way you think
They re-need a re-wash,
The dried hands are re-crying for water,
You re-visit the throne and the land,
With your disgusting stand;
I would have thrown you off the gate
Just as in the past like an abandoned poet!

Destination

Destination

I was looking for ways
To reach the destination,
Knowing not what it was;
When I did know,
It found me the ways.

Souls

Souls

Souls are source to the Source,Purity is clean, clear,
Without wasted thoughts,
Unpolluted truth washes away,
All that we hold in the world as true,
Truce of truth, unending,
Inexhaustible, undivided.

Search

Search

I was looking for love
In my lover,
Who left me with the love I had;
I became joyous to be a loser,
I came closer to love.

Age-old guest

Age-old guest

Age is my new guest,
Seated around the carpet I painted
With borrowed colours,
I know; in time;
The honoured visitor will leave
The lying colours behind.

String of thoughts in triplets

Sudden freshness

Return from office
Crowded bus honks smells of sweat
Fresh wind gushes in

Storming away

Clouds sail across sky
Targets inside the brain float
Winds storm away stress

Winter

Tree shivers lightly
Old woman wraps in her quilt
Cold enters through holes

Gazing at grazing

Cows are grazing wide
Boy looks out of the window
Class is going on

Unmask

Hands with gloves covered
Elections thick with people
Unmask the finger

Withdrawn strength

Withdrawn strength

If I had the power to withdraw
Like the tortoise,
I would bathe in that oblivion bliss,
I love this place with my entire claw,
Despite the hiss and the weight of the feet,
I’d like to win my renounced defeat.

Tortoise o tortoise you show me the way,

Harmony my agony is but a step away,
If winning is so great and quite truly so,
I’d love to lose for the friendship to flow,
Tortoise o tortoise you show me the way,
My remotest retreat is building its way.

I’d wait for people to work not to win,

Peace as the driver is about to begin.

In the making

In the making

She tells me a lot of bitter sweet things,

Our likes, dislikes have cut the strings,
Calls me names, in most of her games,
The knot loosens to crack the frames.

It’s so wholesome this mouthful act,

Feeling still this lovely weight,
Words make up, no time to wait,
Wit is jammed in the traffic of fact.

In ways that look for a place to rest,

Let us will this warm release,
Good and bad please stand at ease,
Days are here with wings to nest.