Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I will come back



A kind of attachment I grow
Where ever I live,
My vacant hostel reminds something
And I dont wanna leave,
This is so, I believe.

However sweet the home is,
A kind of being myself is here,
Like the bolt on the door is.
And I have locked the door
with somebody inside,
And thats my lonely piece there,
Hauling its roar
Calling my name wide.

Why is it so sad
Among the smiles on the pad?
Hey! I will come back,
Wait for me,
Look for my imprints on rack.
I will turn,
With every setting sun,
For you only
My partner at my lonely.
Hey! I will come back. 

Sunday, November 6, 2011

I Am Alone...


On a crowded road,
I walked aside;
They leapt past me,
My existence at hide;
And then escaped a moan,
I am alone…

I got worried,
With their turmoil and despair;
I extended my hands to help,
But they cut them in pair;
And then cried the unfair loan,
I am alone…

I played the game,
Snubbed their rules wicked,
With my rules of moral fame;
But I lost and fell;
And then pained my broken bone,
I am alone…

I fell in love,
With a girl my first;
But she moved away,
Left my heart to burst;
And then screamed my heart sewn,
I am alone…

I don’t know,
How do I feel;
I don’t know,
What’s in the reel;
But then says my mind blown,
I am alone…



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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Delusion of Love...



Once, I lived on a tree,
With everything green around
And other birds pretty.
An elegant view of hillock,
Where lived a little dunnock.
She came here,
Quite near;
She sang for us,
With no fear.
That day should have never ended;
When our eyes had met,
And she had smiled.


Tree had no bells,
But wind had chime,
With a voice so fine,
And a schematic rhyme.
Sunny galore of spring,
Had sent us warmth,
Clung with love in his ring.
And Cupid had sent Raven,
With flowers her favourite,
From garden of his heaven.
That day should have never ended;
When our eyes had met,
And she had smiled.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

I Found A Lonely Me...


Feeble dimmed steps,
Irradiated my eyes
Quilt’s beneath;
Awakened me
From lust in ream,
And broke the infatuated dream.
I moved to see,
I heard some heart throbs;
I found a lonely me.
It looked like day;
Or may be moonlight,
I say.
Fog with desire,
Impounded with ire,
Showed its love,
On my glassy window;
Their sexual intimacy,
Was there at show;
Passion in their cosmos,
Which I couldn’t mow.

Friday, October 28, 2011

If I Could Fly...


If I could fly,
I would flee high,
Up into the sky,
Where every night is Diwali,
Resides our Almighty,
And his ruling ecstasy.
Where stars are lover,
Of their velvety cover.
Together they form
Constellations among,
Their vast spread out,
Astro miles away,
Their rapping gleams,
And albumen ray.

I sigh,
For if I could defy,
The heated 'Surya',
I would flee high,
Up into the sky,
To lift it up
From the green paddy,
And move it above
Up into the blue howdy.
You have your adorned 'Rath',
But still on every 'Chath',
Why you move slow
And delay in every go?
Don’t make devotees weak,
With your move slow
Again on this festive streak.
Bless us with light
With your intense bright,
Make us brave
And vanish our fright.

Don’t fold our wishes
Into pile of files,
Like those police cases
In our human races,
Which has no ending,
No justice;
And always kept pending.
This time, do some quicky,
Shower us with love
And some happy squeaky.
Or else I will fly,
I will fly high,
Up into the sky,
Where you live in your hive.
I won’t wait
And make my cries thrive,
I have learnt from my races,
So I won’t forget to carry,
A token of bribe…


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(Happy Festive lights, and a very Happy Chath Puja to all my friends... :) )

Thursday, October 20, 2011

My Nanny Granny...


Tucked up in saree nicely
Lit up with makeup lightly,
Fat around with emotions heavy
Lived here my nanny granny.
Does the divinity
And Supreme serenity
Reside in stony deity only?
I asserted
That they belong to my old lady.
With rich inside, and grace allied,
Here lived my nanny granny.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

The Book Seller

Have you ever been alone on a deserted railway platform? Railway platform of small towns always turn desolated by midnight. Flickering tube lights along with gushes of cold wind build a creepy ambience. Well, I am still lucky for having not faced such a situation till now. However I remember one night when I was at such a railway station, and that night might have turned into a haunting for me. Thanks to unexpected arrival of my train on time, and thanks to a book seller I met there.

I was there alone, at Haripur railway station. Nobody was there around except few mendicants in deep sleep, and few dogs that appeared as if they were not alive. I sighed. I looked at my watch; it said it was almost ten at night. My train was scheduled to arrive by 11:10 pm. I once again looked around, trying to find someone that should appear to me alive. I noticed a man near a stall. And he was actually moving. I hauled my luggage and moved towards him. When I reached there, I found that it was a railway book stall, and the man was certainly its owner.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Oh Time! If you could sublime...



Coveting the time to go slow,
Wishing to hold the moments and dont let them go.
Time is now reminding about my return,
To get ready and go about turn.
Can you not spare me this time?
Let me enjoy more,
I am making castles of sand,
And with playing music band,
I am roaming ashore.
Have some wait,
A nap of relaxing bait.
You move on and on,
You never stop
To regret what’s gone.
Why are you so “unhearty”?
Why you never pity Oh dirty?
Is that so because you can’t die?

Oh Come on! It’s just a lie.
Whom will you live with
If we are not here
To pay you rich.
Leave your taste of lime,
Go hearty, and sublime.
Let us live some more,
Making castles of sand,
And with playing music band,
Let us roam some more ashore.
Are you jealous of our laugh?
Stop your poking,
Trying to make them dwarf.
Be with us,
With our joy luminous,
Don’t cut them away,
With your ticking array.
Let us live some more,
Making castles of sand,
And with playing music band,
Let us roam some more ashore.



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