I had the words I thought
and the thoughts
disappeared

you embraced me
like  youthful
green shoots wrap around
ancient branches

It felt warm
like spring rain
yet cold as death

You change
each time I visit you
your nails your words
I dust your books
yellow poems
white coffee mugs
you sing new songs
and I try to smile

"Yo Man !"

"Yo Man !"


While kitchen sink
overflows

there shall be
fireworks
Vessels hollow
Hollow as sky
Tears vaporize
 
Fragments
of dew and
morning grass
photographs
The birthdays...

Friends

Not friends

I grey I grey
And guitar strings
gather rust

After this
and many of these
Too shall there be

spring rains -

a nice hair cut -

love -

or maybe a lover


but  that wont be
happy
nor really sad

The night deepens

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