Teesta... A longing heart for Darjeeling

The messenger clouds carry a bagful of sad messages,

The sad heart turns into fog

And the restless heart turns into Teesta...

The sad messages come to the land of hills and forests

In square boxes;

Please let the heart stay as it is,

As it reads the sad messages enthusiastically...

The clouds carry a map to guide the messenger clouds,

And the twisting roads lead to his house surrounded by gardens.

At the end of the garden lies the main gate

And the rocking chair in the Verandah...

A small strip of sun ray falls on the carpet laid on the bed

The messenger cloud empties his bags there.

The messenger clouds carry a bagful of sad messages,

The sad heart turns into fog

And the restless heart turns into Teesta...

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A Kid Has Died...

Love is a feeling which can make you do things beyond your imagination. Even if you are creeping into disguise, you won’t notice it clearly before your eyes, as they lie veiled beneath LOVE.
While some take love seriously, others treat it like a game where they should try their hands too. This post is an imagination by me about one such kid, who faced mishap from his mate.

In a cottage at my nearest 

A wicked spell has outraged

Gulped into the darkness of underworld

Infancy of a kid has got caged.

As came the demonic blow of Satan,

The angelic cosmos; tranquil & serene,

In a wink of eyes they all have faded.

Fantastical characters locked inside dolls

Are lying crushed; dead in terrain of remorse.

Anthology of knitted stories held on the shelf

Has fallen off the walls of hope

Cascade of pages have come out

Sucked into the whirlpool of hatred.

Clinking of bells have stopped

Brewing is stillness

A frightening awe has evolved.

Out of scare frozen in my spines

I hurried to shut close my window

But before, a tattered note came flying inside

Inscribed in red: 'my love'
I recognized the kid’s handwriting.

With a jolt of dread, senses riposted

I woke up with pounding heart affrighted.

A nightmare?

Pearls of perspiration rolled off my lobes

Hue and cry prevailed in air

I heard through the window,

'A kid has died'.

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