No horse to ride on
No jacket to cover-
the bare skin shivers
no blanket to
go miles before sleep,
Myriad Frosts
weep their fate
Under the smog
horizons shrink
to things miniature
Hunger, Shelter and Clothes.
Inches become unthinkable,
miles to go-
sounds ridiculous.
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She is like the setting SunIn the afternoon..A few moments leftTo scatter awayThe remaining brightnessOf her womanhood..Into the valley of darkness,Into the Zone of nothingnessInto the arena whereDreams seldom kiss the eyesInto the arena whereRains of desireSeldom fills the heart,Into the arena whereRainbows of hopeSeldom crown the cloud.Except for the DeathEveryone hugs herLike hailstones from…
Your love
for the myriad questionsnever answeredby this man,now your husbandin the eyesof the society.A bond,a communion,a physical matingwithout lovedevoid of soft emotions,devoid of warm romancecan nevermake you happychill you,thrill you,fill you withbliss and ecstasy.May be,Your husband(Would never complain)would be evercontented,beyond his expectations.
Like a crystal of Salt,
The moment I met you.
ଏ ନୀଳ ଜହ୍ନ ର
ମତୁଆଲା କଇଁ ଆଖି,ଅଧା ରାତି, ଅଧା-ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ବେଦୀମୋ ପ୍ରେମ ର ସାକ୍ଷୀ ।।
Never did I know
fell upon the desert of my heart!Nor did I knowThat rain comes in summer of a lifeSo plenty, so content, so coolkissing the virgin lips of my soulAnonymous, Unconditional, yet spontaneous.So did these Clouds come-Untimely, yet fulfillingMade me wetBefore it rained.It made everything wetMy Body, my mind, my heartAll my existence,Wetting the infiniteAnd never ending…
Although
In the dire darkness,He is the oneWho is busy-Building up a worldOf light and delight,Pondering over the dreamsThat might bring laughterIn million lives,Smile in billion lipsFor the ones in the Neighborhood.He is the architectOf unborn dreams andDesires yet to conceive.HeIs the poetBefore the recognition ofThe Society and fameAdorns him, heAlready is a poet.For a poet…