Friday, October 16, 2015

Endless Wait

People believe so many things

They find many answers to a simple query

What happens afterlife

Some say the soul is always alive...

And has wings
 to come by

I don’t have to grieve

'Coz  I believe

Life is an endless highway

You had set out for such a long tour

And somewhere along the line

You had to detour
Or wander faraway

The traces of your footsteps are gone

But not on the sands of time
imprints can't be withdrawn

You have lost touch with me and humanity

May be you had a loss of memory

I need to find you some how

May be you don’t miss me now

But some day

You will be home bound

Or maybe you are waiting to be found

I don’t know how?

But this is my stand

You must be somewhere

In the middle of nowhere

In a place like never land

In deep forest shores and desert sands

Waiting to track your steps back

And land on familiar grounds

Sights and sounds

And here I stand

Waiting to hold your hands!

Friday, September 25, 2015

Miss You Too Much

Miss you too much

How can you be

So out of touch

With only memories to cherish

How could you just vanish

Into thin air?

Your soul will never perish

It isn’t fair!

Won’t you watch over me

And hold my hand as I stand?

Though you are in a distant land may be

There are no walls

Or boundaries around

You are on a long tour I feel

May be in a distant beach

Out of reach

I can’t hear the sound of your voice

That has power to heal

 No phone calls are aloud

I have no other choice

But wait till you come by

Though I can’t see you pass by

I know you are not far

May be up in the cloud

In a star

May be in the moon

Or in the portrait

But have faith

That I would see you very soon!




Saturday, August 29, 2015

Bangla poem - Baba

Baba tomake hariye

Aami poth hara

Megher moton jhore jhore

Aghat pey shunno hoye gechchi

Tumi  jiboner aantohin yatri

Tumi kon yatraye ? Ja ni na

Dekha shakath hobe ki hobe na?

Tomar chhayatey

Aami surokhito

Chhilo na kono koshto

Shuney tomar bhalo kotha

Chhilo na kono chinta

Tomake joriye dhorey

Praan bhorey

Moner jor barey

Tumi ato dure theke

Ki aamake shokto korbey?

Aamar bhoye kore, ki hobey?

Jeyi gaachhtar tola ta

Fulle bichhano raasta

Jaar dali dhorey hata

Aarusho prokritir maanjhey

Chinnohin hoye gachhey

Taar faller notun  gaachh

Hobey kon mathey?

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Nacch Lohri (hindi)

Paon ki ahat
khet mein
dhup ki pehli garmahat
 ret mein
Shheet ki  aakhri raat
dil mein lagi aag
Misri se meethi raakh
Ganne ki ahuti thi khurak
Naachti gaon ki gori
 Aayi khushiyon ki lohri
Gungunati yuvtiyan
Hathon mein matakti matkiyan
Sone ki jhumkiyan
Chhanchanati  chudiiyan
Chumkili sunheri
 gulabi chunri
rat ke tare
behti nadiya mein jaise
Kesh kale
Mathe pe bindiya
Kajal nayan bhavukh
badalon mein mukh
Honthon pe masti chhayi
Khet mein bahaar aayi
Chanchal mann
 Kare diyon ka kirtan
Lal hare  rangeelay
abhushan mein
Jhoom ke naache

Monday, May 4, 2015

The painting

I drew her with love on canvas so fresh
As if I know her for real
I know this is surreal
That I imagined all this stuff
Yet I am callous enough
To want her in flesh
I love to deck her up
With rouge and mascara
And dress her up in a scanty attire
Without any tiara
Her simple earring twinkles
The moisture trinkles
And glistens her skin
That sparks a fire
From deep within
I can feel the blood rush
In her blush
Her sadness well up  my eyes
As I brush with tears aflood
I hear words  spill
through her silent cries
That has been untold
Her life and her role
As I unfold her veil
Probably against her will
I can feel the ruddy
scratches on her limp body
I try to bring back the glow
That will once again flow
Through her dead skin
As I begin to build the story from her bones
I heard her moans
That impelled me to paint her glory
Her gory past that was snuffed fast
She was not born with a pot of gold
Nor could she wear dresses of pure silk
She use to milk the cows
The girl  couldn't break her vows
That she wouldn't give in to lust
Till she bites the dust
But when she walked on a lonely ground
Men hounded her down
It was a grim battle
She couldnt win
So she chose to be charged by cattle
Rather than men
There was blood on her head
When she was dead
Now she stands before me
With a pot of milk over her head
Dripping with blood instead!
I feel a sudden surge of power within me
And an urge to kill her enemy
At her will
So that  her wounds may heal !!!

Monday, April 20, 2015

The Milkmaid

Early in the morn
The milk maid fair
Has no time
To comb or braid her hair
She hurries somehow
To milk the cow
In the dairy farm
She works forlorn
Making cream and sweet
For children to eat
And fetch some dime
To feed her own
Like the mother cow
Tries somehow
To keep her milk half
For her young calf
Yet she walks from farm to farm
Keeping herself calm
With her simple charm
Just waiting to meet
Her children sweet!

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

A bride to be

A bride to be
Anxious she may be
Of  the man she would marry
Would he be  a reason of worry
Of how life would be after this?
Is it bliss or near miss
Like blowing him a kiss
Would she be his?
Will it be like a dream
You wake up with a scream?
How will be the stranger
And family members
She will have to deal with?
Will she be a prisoner
In the new home
She must call her own?
Or she would be free?
Life is like a game of dice
A match of fire and ice
Would it be paradise
Or a path paved with lies?
Whatever may be
The events of the night
There is always light!