Me And My Air

Every morning when I wake up
Stand beside window, air blows on me
Hairs and the skin - cool....
You, standing under the tree
Waiting for someone, may be for bus
May be for your college bus or
The dazzling boy
Goes with you everyday
I still standing like the tree
The air and the window…....

Year after years the scene continues
I still waiting and you with the dazzling boy
And a little kid on perambulator
In a golden evening walks near the tree
Tear wets window, raining outside

My bus has gone, my cool lost……….

Love You Blind - Till Death

Your love made be blind
Your love made me feel.

Oh! Dear,
It is not raining as we all can see
It is not the water in which we can dip
Your eye-drops
That rolls through
Your twinge of the heart
Hush, twister brew
All under veil
You bury all behind rosy lip.

It made me feel…..

Your smile…………a fake
Glowing eyes……I know that, tears blaze
Your murmur…………... convey pain
Your silence…….never sustain

I know that, I can never heal.

Oh! Dear,
I am blind….I just love you
I will love you blind
Till I sleep
Till I walk to the burial ground.

My Anniversary

There is nothing unusual to be nostalgic on this day. It was 28th August in 1993, a day just fifteen years ago, a day that has changed my life. The day that has given me the god’s best gift “My Wife”. Yes, I married to Mahua on this day. I have got the status of a man on this day. It is sure to be wistful for me on this day.

I am lost in thought. I feel sad. I am cheerless, because I am far. I am far for the first time in fifteen years. I am away from home on this propitious day. I am sad. I feel bad for her because I love my work. I love my work because I have taken the promise to make her happy.

Is she although happy? She has talked to me in the morning over phone. She has wished me “Happy Anniversary” over phone. She has switched off her cell-phone.

Am I happy? I am recalling each and every moment I lived with her. I am hunting those we dreamt together. I lost in the memories of the decades. My color of love fades.

I am nostalgic on this day………

Freedom

I love to fly free
Between the clouds -
White, grey and excitingly
The farthest with a veil of rainbow
On its head
I love to fly – like a bird
Spreading colors, all seven
And a piece of peace
I love to fly free…..

My freedom flows like a river
Through the green
My river takes all the dirt
The human-sin
I love to run free
On the earth-
Through the grass, sand and mud
The wildest forest with a rain bath
Silver beams coming through the leaves
And a silence of the holy peace
I love to run free……

My freedom, I did not met yet
My freedom, I have not got yet
My freedom, I found in my dream
I love to have peace as my theme.

BLESSINGS OF ROSE BUD

On the day - when I met you

I had a rose bud with me

You dressed in red

Like that bud!

You were sixteen years old

And I was two plus twenty.
Love, grown up slowly

With the essence of that rose

You were charming

And opened to me

As so I became to thee.

Your pink and wetly lips

When touched my soul--

Thousands of blossoms

And that rose bud

Blessed us downing their knee!!

The saint

Stop calling me ""The King""
The Angel of the Throne
Fled in Blue - flattened wings
Melody reigns around me
The mat of grass gone frozen
When I penance on it - though I flaming.

I excavate history and the
Essence of celestial nymph
Environs my Spiritual-Platform.

The sleeping volcano of my kinghood and
Their spread heart opened on
Sweet-Frost moonlight.

Stop calling me ""The King""
Now, I just a Saint.

Rain

It was raining out on the leaves
It was raining on my dreams
It was raining – lots of themes…

A pearl dropped -
Rolling on her cheek,
Thick and more full of thoughts

May be Two parts of HYDROGEN and One OXYGEN
May be a drop of water
As it falls rolling through the leaves
May be it is salted …
Still I can feel the Ocean
Fizzy – Love and betrayal
Budding clouds of fear
Your tears…

It is raining out there…