My shapeless image
With the most dreadful
Weapon of the ages.
The knife of shadows
Slaying me behind
The brightest shrine.
You were the pale priest
Making me quiver
With the pain
Of centuries of
Forced widowhood.
Till I trembled
Like a blue animal
In the wisp of coldness
Poisoned with lonely
Swords of desire.
we had been friendscommitted to court betweenour passionate hearts,our desires: blue and deep,our feelings: intense and rich,our beings: longing and sickof each other, till-The thin line of separationthat bleeding moment of tragedycarved enough of spacebetween our longing,fusing hearts.
The greatest of the daysThe Auspicious birthdayOf A divine childOff a Virgin mother,An occasion of ChorusFrom a Billion lipsFor the revered child…And can you predictMy darlingHow I feel and thinkAt present, at this moment?Had you been in my lifeAges Ago, in some CenturyLost in the dustbin of pastWe would have celebratedThis moment,Somewhere on a shoreBy…
Yes something goodto happen soon.A peacock’s song of lovethat brings clouds of hopeinto the desert sky of heartburning with years of longingand centuries of faithfor the lord of the dreamsthe God of the worldsto come down,on the dry soil ofcountless waiting andrelentless passion.Your foot stepsRing the bells,My heart pounces highIt misses a beat.My eyes are…
ସଖୀ ମୋର ଚିର କାଳ,ପଲକ ରେ ଦିଶପଲକେ ନ ଦିଶଖେଳ ଲୁଚୁକାଳି ଖେଳ ।।
Skin or flesh can’t confine.
ତିନି କାଳ, ଚଉଦ ଭବନ-ଷଡ ଋତୁ ବାସ୍ନା ଭିଜାଦେହ, ମନ, ପ୍ରାଣ ।ତୁମ ରୂପ ଦିଶିଯାଏଅଫୁଟା ଖଇ ତାତି ରେଜଳୁଥିଲା ଏ ମନ ରଭଙ୍ଗା କାଚ, ଆଇନା ପିଠି ରେ-ଶୀତ ରାତି ସପନ କୁଏକା ଏକା ଦେଖିଥିବାନି8ସଙ୍ଗତା ବୁଢିଆଣୀ ଜାଲବାନ୍ଧି ରଖି ଥିବା ଯେତେରୂପା ଦିହ, ମାଈ କାକର ରେ ।।
