Needles of quiet rain
ripples the green little pool
Eternal waiting



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Winter memories
mist and napthalene
Getting colder with age

Shadows of a gloomy noon
are dancing

Spring didn't last long
It never does.

Now the moss
on ancient rock
dries into brown dust


At dusk

I drink tea with
your beautiful
eternally absent
fragrance


Fragrance of
angry-wild summer

spring didnt last long
it never does
now the

Summer rain

takes me there
where I know no one
and no one knows me 

A wakeful slumber
Till the rainy evening lights

Summer has withered so much
since last year
sighs the green
grass leaves

Winter

You had said once
its only natural
to leave - never to return ..

Fragrance,  you said
in its sweet transience
fades away like
rain drop ripples
on puddled  water.

When u left
I still hadnt finished my tea
its ephemeral warmth
lingering like
a sluggish morning kiss.


You never returned

But the wintry mist returns
again
sunless afternoons 
and the wild fragrance of
white flowers


Who shall I envy now ?

I used to look for
myself in your verse

Breathe deep
the fragrance of my cologne
in the alleys of your lines
Water colour days of
brewing morning coffee
and maple leaves

noxious smoke fills
the streets now
The fresh
paint on walls and
doors smells of
turpentine
 

It has been three days
I have not looked at the mirror

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

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

To a certain Tagore song

The slight wisp of
wintry chill was
you.
I know
I know

This is just how
you -
my dear song
of hope


relinquish
centuries old
irksome apathy

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

আজ বৃষ্টি শেষে
সন্ধে ভিজে মেঘ
ভিজে মাটি
মন খারাপ তো নয়
Just nothing happens
I yearn
and yet nothing ...

You had turned
to the other side
of the bed and

I lit a cigarette
trying to burn
the monsoon sky

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

Its a rainy day.
Dirty grey.

Some things shall
change
maybe they wont

Detergent powder
in slimy water
I gather foam


An eternal
flaw  rotates around
in vortices

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
enough
Really

There was a river here
once
you dont remember
do u ?

Now a barren
grass field


The dusk

smells of
the dying fishes
and rotting weed
summer rains

on the old terrace


Someone died.
The morning of
happy autumn


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

Take the carnation
and this book

And here is the
umbrella
Go
go

There was a river here
once
you dont remember
do u ?

Now a barren
grass field

The dusk

smells of
the dying fishes
and rotting weed
summer rains

on the old terrace

Someone died.
The morning of
happy autumn


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

Take the carnation
and this book

And here is the
umbrella
Go
go