When my eyes started to blink.
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A girl-friend of the past
But her world so secured.
Love means
Dipped inThe fragranceOf the cool summer breeze-That has never touchedA virgin bosom,That has never kissedThe virgin lips,But has blown right throughThe night dark hairs,And the dream lorn eyebrowsOf the MermaidWho sleepsHalf a momentOn the lap of her love andThe other halfOn the pyre of her lover’sBed of dreams.
Live in relationwith someone.
No waiting, nor comes widowhood.
War is a period
End with Paralyzing cowardice.
Whether you liked or not
Is on their agenda and schemesIs preplanned beyond your wit,It is predestinedHow you would act,How would you react,How long would you go,How soon will you throwThe dice off your palms,Be assigned to or resign fromIt is all theirs.You are their voters,They are your leaders.None bothersWhether you like itOr dislike.Or whether you had a sayIn the…
Love is like the drink of life
To live a dream inside caves of death.
When my tiny footsteps tumbled.
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It is to revolve round
The Earth is never bored.
I felt an urge-
To touch her,To interact with herThrough my shivering lips.The curtains between usWere removed.No more hindrances,None between us-Me and my mom,My mom and me,A heap of warmth,A lump of softness,A touch of loveCulminated intoA flux of nectarInto my existence,A stream of love,Care, comfort and relaxationTethered into meThrough my oral cavity.The most thrilling experienceBegan instantlyWith this nectar,My…
ମୁଁ ତୋତେ ହିଁ ଖୋଦୁଛି,
ତୁ ଥାଉ-ବୈଶାଖ ରେ ପଥିକ ଓଠ ରେ,ଶ୍ରାବଣ ରେ ବିରହୀ ଆଖି ରେ,ଅଶିଣ ରେ ବାଦଲ ଉହାଡେ,ଫଗୁଣ ରେ କୃଷ୍ମଚୁଡା କଢେ,ଆଉବେଳ ଅବେଳ ରେମୋ ଆଖି ର ବହଳ ନିଦ ରେ ।।
These poems
On my islet of lonely momentsWhere there had been-Rains of half-swallowedBones of good timeAnd flesh of evil desiresOn the stale shy platesOf insatiable hunger,And there lies an old mansionWhere dwell the strangeAnd deadly ghosts of my killersNever recognized and who deviseNewer tricks each day.
For some reason
Me and my heartsuspect each other-If we are one at all!My world seemsat a halt,but rains of restless dreamscloud my visionsBrown earth, grey sky,Red teeth and nailshover in and around.I fail to feelmy heart-beats.I fail to rememberdates and places,as if I was bornand brought upinside a cave withoutan addressand an identityburied deep underan unknown volcano.I…
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I hear a knocksoft, yet prevailinga little away,at this hour of the dawnwhen the Sunis yet to riseand greet the worldin and aroundwith its radiant orangeshine with a smile,and inspiring the travelerlike meto walk an extra mile.I hear froma not so far distancesomeone whispersso erotic inthe ears of the budsto open their eyeswith a smiletowards…
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When my tiny footsteps tumbled.
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King Yudhisthira,
You were the firstThe first to wed me,The first to woo meinto ways of conjugation,The first to show me my Dharma,My ways of wifehoodMy moments of conjugal pleasureshone with the Sun that was you,of all my husbandsyou were-the softest at heart,the love off your heart flowedto my barren virgin soulthat made me wet withall the…
ବରଷା ଆସିଚି ନେଇ
ପୁରୁଣା ସେ ଜୀବନରଅଧା ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ,ଅଧା ଅଧାପ୍ରଣୟ ର ଗୀତି ।।
A life under the shadow
joy resembles fear of separation.
Love is like the flight
Higher you fly, the deeper.
All my boyish dreams
With your silent whisperIn my earIn those days of youthBore fruit-It helped me shapeA man in my own image,In me.
ଏବେ ଏଇ ଆଖି ଧାରେ
ଲିଭି ଲିଭି ଆସେ ।ମଶାଣି ରେ ମଧୁଶାଳାତୁମେ ମୟ ତୁଳସୀ ଚନ୍ଦନେମହ ମହ ବାସେ ।।
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Making my path safe, secured, soft and smooth.
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As ever
how discontented stillyou are..I still didn’t come upwith something that couldrestore your faith on me.You were at your bestto prove me unfaithful,in your myriad attemptsOut of the way and unsuccessfulEverything you needed wasSome peaceful settlementand solace thatI must never hurt you,I must be true to my words,I must be willing to see you happyAnd is…
The first walk is fulfilling
The Sun of parenthood dawns.
And words are born,
The awakening ofa bud of desire in slumberbeneath the cave of mysteryat that hour before the dawn.Words are bornat those moments of rush hoursof memories lamenting andfilling nostalgia in and around.
A celebration day of colours
myriad soft imprints of love.
Ever since I remember
lessons at home,lessons at school,lessons in temple,lessons in playground,wherever I love to live free.Why have they been so doing?Are they working on something,a project privately undertakenor an agenda socially knitted? ?Why do they do so?Need someone tell methat I am a human being?That I have a mind to thinkand a heart to follow?Don’t they knowafter…
Laughter is the cosmic tune of love
In the face of an estranged mirror.
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The buds of aspirations in me.
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Oh Papa..
Love for the beautiful –A baby or a flower,A girl or a river,The ocean or the sky,The deep or the high.A landscape akin or alien,A new thought,A novel idea orA soothing vibrationEmanating from sourcesStrange and unknown!
Love
Below everyone’s feetLike a mother’s lap.Buttressing.
A blind spectator of beauty
Democracy runs so smooth indoor.
Often I wonder
Do I live in?What am I and how longHave I been so?Who made me as I am?And next moment-ComposingOnly myselfI create my worldWhich I myself am.
Apes are the Engineers
Building a bridge above it.
Love
Blue and vastExpanding to contain all.Accommodating.