Sunday, September 30, 2012

Where has the silence gone  ?
I hear screams 
of a scared crumbling city

They wail in darkness

I died when love died
and noise filled
all the rain skies
Our mute oceans
of bliss

Friday, September 28, 2012

I remember the waking-up
The night fragrances 
lingering in the mist
curtains fluttering in
the breeze

I crawled out of slumber 
And you brought me tea
A moment I lived

longer than all these years

Thursday, September 20, 2012

To a certain Tagore song

The slight wisp of
wintry chill was
I know
I know

This is just how
you -
my dear song
of hope

centuries old
irksome apathy

Friday, September 14, 2012

Like memories from a past life
they appear and dis - appear
strange sounds - fragrances
The nausea of starless night
wakes into the agony
of contorted lips
and wrinkled  forehead

In the rain
some of us wept

I couldn't

Monday, September 10, 2012

আজ বৃষ্টি শেষে
সন্ধে ভিজে মেঘ
ভিজে মাটি
মন খারাপ ও তো নয়
Just nothing..really

I yearn
and yet nothing ...

You turned
to the other side
of the bed and

I lit a cigarette
trying to burn
the monsoon sky

তারপর ছাই হয়েছে Canvas
ঝুল নেমেছে বই ঘরে
একটু  cream মাখি
হাতে পায়ে
চা খাই বারান্দায়
railingএ পা রেখে

I spill some paint
on the floor
then clean it up

sleep tip toes away
তখন ঘোলাটে রা আসে
নীল মেখে লাল মেখে

I pull out a book
A book marker

মেঘ ভেসে যায়
মেঘ ভেসে যায়
আবার বৃষ্টি

ঝম ঝমে

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

I look at them
They are beautiful
The sweet smelling youth
They remind me of Lilies

Its a rainy day.
Dirty grey.

Some things shall
maybe they wont

Detergent powder
in slimy water
I gather foam

An eternal
flaw  rotates around
in vortices

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

I thought I would  write
But now I think I wont
It makes me feel
like I am talking
to You
And I dont trust you

Saturday, September 1, 2012

There was a river here
You dont remember
Do you ?

Now a barren
grass field

The dusk
smells of
the dying fishes
and rotting weeds
Summer rains on
the old terrace

Someone died.
The morning of
blue skied autumn

Go home
I hear the thunder
and the grass waves
are swelling

Take the carnation
and this book
And here is the