Tumi kothay chile-(Where were you?)

 Eto bochor
(All these years)
Tumi kothay chile?
(Where were you?)
Tomay khujechi...
(Looked for you)
baysto shohorer
( in the busy city)
Olite Golite,
( in its nooks and corners)
Meghe vora,
(in the cloud cast)
borshar akashe,
(monsoon sky)
shiter alowan gaye,
(warped in wintry shawl)
Vorer alo chayate,
(looked for you in a shadowy morning)
Bodhdhyo ghorer
(in a closed, suffocating room)
kori kathe
( in its worn out beamed up ceiling)
alpo khola
 (through little open)
janlar opashe
(window, I looked for you 
on the other side)
Eto bochor...
(for all these years)
Tumi kothay chile....
(where were you?)

A neighborhood like this!!!

Movies, series and the latest inclusion the drama with every new ad....I love to go gaga about all of it. A Plain Jane...OK I might be...but a bit of drama in life...even the street dogs wouldn't complain..if you perform bathrooms songs for a while....say, especially late in the summer nights...I am talking about the ghastly humid ones ;).

Well, I would love to have a neighbor capable of this:










Or say the smart kid around to get rid of the unwanted crow....Sorry Mr. Phoonk Director (Ram Gopal Verma) I hate this domestic loving scavenger birds.




Perhaps some smart ladies in exchange of the regular lunatics...I wont mind...no never.




Not exactly a neighborhood, but something bigger than that is always fine...and especially the one that can pop in such delicacies almost out of thin air....I am not saying this...it's all my sweet tooth's doing :).



Lastly something for the boys too...oh girls com' on..they too need some eye relaxation, while they bat it out in the heat....showing of all that gulli cricket skills...

warrior

Ever since born,
Wearing an Armour
A sword in hand,
A shield in the other,
Fighting hurdles,
Serpents disguised in saints,
No time to rest
No time to contemplate
No friends at arms length
And enemies are tired-less
Or are they all
Draped in the suits,
Lost in a mist
Fate and time are making love...
Who know who is who
"Friend or foe!"
Echo calls again and again
Conch shells blowing
Wild or civilized
Life is montage
Or a mirage
Or else a old piece of forgotten photo


Life is a joke
Looking out from
Scattered broken pieces of mirror.

We are on Our way

They whisper
To me...
"We are on our way...".

They call my name
Each time
I give up hope...

They seem to tug
At my tattered clothes,
"We are on our way...".

Just hold on to your soul,
Be with peace..
Just believe
That you can live along
Perched onto
This weird world
"We are on our way...".

winged winds

Though fluttering,
Amused
With what the sun
Frolics with.

Though tensed and silent,
When the lightening
Prepares to strike.

Though carefree
and frisky,
When the gulls
Hit the shore.

Though pondering over,
The setting sun
And creeping moon.

My winged winds
Never leave me
alone....

A Perfect Elopement

It so seems that,
My spirit
Is no longer
With me.
A beating heart
Within this rib cage,
Moans aloud
Suggesting its absence,
Now and then.
My spirit was eloped
A tryst or so,
I had previously thought,
When I first saw them together.
But little did I know,
The clandestine affair
Would leave
Me, barren...
In the days to come.
My spirit has eloped,
With none..
But the wild, rain clouds,
With the brothers
Of thunderstorm,
With the keepers
Of madding shower...
With the masters of
Those who left...
Drenching my nerves...
The other weary day.

In love with raindrops

They breathe,

They patter,

They play 

That savage song,

Across my window pane.

No binds 

Can hold my back,

No taboo,

Can stop

My advance,

With a skipping heart,

A laughing face,

I rush outside,

To welcome 

My first shower

In love with

Those once a year,

Raindrops.

Behind the blinds

Behind the blinds,

I saw 

Her silhouette

Heard her bangles cling,

Her anklets jingle,

At the beat 

Of her restless feet.

I waited for her

To spell my name...

The clouds

Rumbled above.

Sombre tales

The sand dunes

Concealed below them.

My quiet and sombre tales.

Your footprints,

The love-roses,

The engagement ring,

Your enclosed locket,

And those letters

You had written

To me 

Last summer.

The sand dunes 

Do shift about...

But never will

They tell

others

About our 

Secret love.

the open window

Reaching out
Through
The open window.

Was that her hand,
Or the fluttering
Curtain.

I waited
Below
The open window....
While she slept inside
In the sultry night.