Poetry

Toddy

White as milk is this white wine,

But just do wrong, once it’s consumed.

Intoxicates every nerve and makes you hover,

With an empty soul and body, over the world.

See the huge crowd in front of the dark temple,

Just beside the river that flows flawlessly.

Stop a while and just watch the worshipers,

 Whose bones project through their fleshless body.

Why these people make their pocket void,

Forgetting their families for a momentary fun.

Let them know about their starving family, waiting,

Their return with some money for the food.

The Revival

The day is too sanguine 

Still I feel so morose

Her eyes speak a lot

Still she keeps a gulf.

Oh! Roaring wind

Squeeze me with thy hands

And brew me anew

Make my mind void and

Let no memories linger any more.         




Madness

When it is dawn

The flowers look up eagerly

As if they are waiting someone.

When it is dusk

The sun kisses the sea

As if it is craving something.

Whenever our eyes meet

My heart beats so swiftly

As if fire is blazing inside me.

Whenever I close my eyes

My mind reaches her within no time

As if a horse is on its racing spree.

Do these mean that all are mad

And does this madness has a name

That binds all of us as one. If so…

Let this madness be called Love.

My wife

She jumps up early when the alarm rings

Does her shower and makes the food

Picks up the newspaper beside the gate

And makes me wake and brings a hot tea.

Look how she arranges my scattered shelf

Decks my table with all her skills

Then calls my kid to brush his teeth

And helps him bath and dress to school.

She presses my clothes and makes them stiff

And brings to me with a lovely smile

When I comb my hair, she says

“You look so handsome than yesterday.”

When I leave for work, she comes

With some shyness, bow her head

I keep my lips on her forehead

Then she forgets all her stress.

AN ELEGY ON MYSELF

I was lazing for some time,

And roses laid the bed for me.

But, I was covered with a cloth,

Which extended from top to toe.

I could see a crowd around me,

Bathing in the tears they shed.

But I could not conceive, why,

They stood in front of me in grief.

I felt a strong embrace of the chill wind,

Which broke my bones and froze my flesh.

It made my body a bag of bones,

And made to preserve it with my flesh.

A fairy came in front of me,

And placed a bouquet on my breast.

Then kissed my forehead with her tears,

And kept her lips on my eyes.

That was none other, but my heart of hearts,

The one who stole my beats of heart.

I wrenched and tweaked and struggled to be free,

But I was tied to the petals of rose.

I wanted to console and stop her tears,

To make my fairy glad forever.

But my attempts were in vain,

I lay there with some fear in mind.

Now I wait for someone to come,

And lift me from this world ever after.

I can see a bright star afar,

That makes a hope in my mind hereafter.

ODE TO MOTHERLAND

Never a poet, a lover of beauty.

Nor a singer, a devotee of music.

Words burst out from my heart.

Music whistles from my mind.

Now I am bound to sing aloud

The things which I saw in this land.

Mountains, valleys, rivers and streams

Make your body cute and divine.

But thy children….I feel shame,

Don’t you see the battlefield?

The river of blood and heap of heads,

Make thy body marshy place.

And they will dig the grave for you

That makes me lament and weep always.

Oh my motherland I am alone,

I wish to do a lot for you…but,

My sight is fading, limbs are vanishing

And my body is melting from the soul.

Now I can’t make my words and sing,

Oh! My motherland, I am alone.

“FRAILTY, THY NAME IS WOMAN!”…?

Frozen rain from her eyes

Became pearls on her cheeks.

Her glittering eyes and rosy lips

Seeking something for her Cherub.

She tried to cover him with her veil

To protect him from rain and cold.

She was like a golden sprite

But never had a royal garb.

Her robe could not hide her curves

And it was lurid but was torn.

Her flesh was peeping through the slits

Looking at the world with fear.

Bees came to taste her luscious lips

Which they can’t find in flowers.

Stars looked at her with shame

Her flashy eyes were fluttering with flame.

Golden fishes lurked behind the rocks

By seeing her loin in the light.

She became a whore to quench his thirst

And to feed him with her hand.

Anyone who passes by her side

Try to drip and melt in her.

And her mind was clear and pure

But the fate made her a little quean.

They quaffed the sweet honey in her

And made her body sodden with sweat.

They paid some coins for her honey

That they extracted from her body.

She mixed her tears with those coins

And bought some food for her child.

She never ate or drank for her

She lived for her only child.

When her Cherub cried for milk

She placed his head to her bosom.

But there would be so many heads

To quench their thirst and eat her flesh.