You from me.
My Earth stopped
Its revolution,
The Sun absconding from
My gravitational pulls.
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After decades lost
Struggles and sufferings,Griefs and agonies,Chasing after money,Grazing so much grassOf books and looks,Of hooks and crooks,We come acrosseach other at last..On the same road,On the same mode,Where we left each otherTo face the world alone,all by our own.
A girl-friend of the past
But her world so secured.
For a moment or two
Looking at me with the fluid eyes,Hooking with me down those fire-lips,Cracking at a rhythm of strange air,Missing only the soil of my soul fair,You entered intoThe space I resumed,The Time I perceived,The silence of words andThe noise of silence in me.I dared not stopNor look back,Lest I should missA single beat of your heart,And…
A poem
a golden path-From soul to the heart,from heart to the head,from head to the nerves,from nerves to the blood,from blood to the tips,from tips to the nib,from nib to the paper andfinallyfrom paper to the reader’s soulin the roundabout way.Such is indeed a poem.
During those searching years
Sans your shape,Sans your colour,Over the ashes-Of the pyre of separationOver the flamesOf my burning heart.All the memoirsSweet, fragrant and colourfulLike the springWere burnt.Flowers bloomed,But of course-Sans pleasure,Sans contentment,Sans fragrance! !
I had got a sister,
She was so shy ever..Could not speak her best.Careful about me..Although she was then,Never fetched a glassWhen my sands needed rain.I was in a zooFull of elephants, bullsI was only a rabbitSmall, and weak in pulse..
You from me.
All your memories, all at once
were all invoked within me.
Felt like flying up to there,
where this moment, you are.
To meet those eyes, hazel
through the blue curtains
That fall between you
And your faithful shadow.
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Break all the schools
Make gardens therein stead.
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.
ବେଳେ ବେଳେ ଆକାଶରେ
ହେଲେ, ରାତି ରାସ୍ତାତକ ଅନ୍ଧାରିଆ ଥାଏ ।ସେମିତି ପ୍ରିୟା ର ଘରେପ୍ରିୟା ଥାଏ, ପାଖ ଘରେ,କଥା ଟିକେ ହେବା ଲାଗି ଡର ଲାଗୁଥାଏ ।।ଜୀବନରେ ଏମିତିକାଚାଲିବା ରେ ଏକା ଏକାଯେତିକି ପାରିଲା ପଣ ଲୋଡା ଆମ ପାଇଁ –ସେତିକି ଦମ୍ଭ ମୋ’ ଠାରେତୁମକୁ ପାଇଲା ପରେପାଇଗଲି ଅବଶିଷ୍ଟ ପରମାୟୁ ପାଇଁ ।।
War is a duster that wipes
Off the dash board of Civilization
The virgin kiss of
the moment of questfor you,was touching me, andall my secret yet shy lesspubic zones oflimbless youth.Your face was reflectedOn the stale and stiff surface ofthe lake water,in the mist of ourby gone nuptial bedswet with the unexpectedsummer rains of our dream.On the green, indelible smilesOf the disobedient creeperRushing into the meadowsOf sexless nightsSpent in the…
ଦୁଇଚି ତାହାର କଣା-
କହରା ନିଶ କୁ ବିଷ ଭରା ଧ୍ୱନିଷଣ୍ଢ ପରି କରେ ତଦାରଖ ଶ୍ରେଣୀଭାରି ଅବା ଜାଣିବା ର ! !ଆରଟି ତାହାର ସଁବାଳୁଆ ଛୁଆଁ,କଅଁଳ ବୟସୀ ବୁଲାଏ ସେ ଭୁଆଁଅକାଳେ, ଅବେଳେ, ଆପଣା ପ୍ରକୋଷ୍ଢେବର ଦିଏ ବାର ବାର ।।