From another life...

Storm on her shoulder she walks
many a debts to pay
she was the man
she was her
both in the harem of love
drenched in bleeding of hearts
signs show
signs fade
like a hero they raise her
and slaughter her again
not even a martyr's name
here this path she dreads
but angels come
angels go
death in their baskets they tow

a salvation awaited

a cold touch of lust

memories blur

memories awake

through a night that weaves desires

she dies

she lives again

Silver streaks

Silver streaks

a flash of light..

eyes open

in the years gone by,

in silver streaks

of hopes

of dreams

gone with the clouds of july

leaving silver streaks

of memories

of wishful moments

never ending desires

entangled in silver streaks...

silver streaks of these locks,

bring silver sparkles

to eyes

blurring all boundaries...

It rains....

It rains yet again

everything silver

everything clear

every mist

every doubt

every cloud

and i smile

to nothing

only the feeling

i am

i am

clouds pour

to still eyes

takes a heart

to a fairy land

silver again

silver streaks say

i am

i am

The year gone by...

Remember tomorrow?

how time played

Remember today?

it stopped by, as it passed

Remember yesterday?

it stole my summers

my misty winters

Remember night?

it stole me

Remember morning?

it woke illusion

Remember now?

i loved..

Again...

Feather touch, on a weathered skin

measures time

longing awaits, for a piece of peace

when he touches

she withers

soft breath, kisses his hands

a flight of dreams

reminds of a time never reached

when she awakes

shadows of light, begin to rise

through her dark hopes

she is the man again

spliced in the nostalgia of romance

she touches him

soul and body touching her feet

feet untouched by dust

there flies dust

there flies time

there flies her dream

and she dances on

thats how she grew up.....

when i had really long hair......farewell

when I and Annie wandered around Delhi..1997

when they called me jhandukta....

freshers...1995

when we thought of becoming statisticians...

class of 1984

caught red handed...convict of 1980

A new ray

I am a mere
of my mere past,
my mere present,
and the furure that begins
with the mere next moment
of mere life,
that is a mere of my breath

a mere,
that hides faces,
of mere dreams,
of mere cut apart
pieces of mere dreams.
mere they are
that live...mere..
like her mere heart,
her mere dreams,

mere her
what she knows
what she holds
is mere nothing
empty fragments
folded parchments
of meres lines
not of ink
but mere time

and she if was a resurrector
was just mere...nothing
with
merely a heart,
mere dreams,
and every moment on
she is more mere...

her mere story
of her mere heart
now he knows
is just mere...nothing
no love
no hate
no sweetness

only mere feelings
that dont touch her
only a mere past
that brings mere nothing
and she knows
merely she passed
being just a mere...
love that was thought
for a day was... mere

a dusty past
bending over
to merely force
nothing else
but a mere a day
a mere night
that merely brought her here
and mixed up
like mere..salt and pepper

Holding me

Some bleak light, u saw in your dreams...
Some faded walls...painted bright

Some sweet music..

only a wall in between

Never melt my friend
Never be cold
This is me...ice
ake warmth that summer stole
see the light once more
do not hold...
cry tonight
cry like a man
cry like a child...
let ice flow in warm tears...
let a shining ray...
hold my hand friend...take my shoulder
let me the man for you ....kiss ur forehead..
and then like a child sleep
wake to a new morning
walk away

to a beautiful dream
a gift i wove in the dark
while u slept.....

another string
another blaze...

together we sought and bought....

Eye of a dreamer

If i could sing a song to time...
and tap my feet
while u watch....
would time be mine
would it tell of my eyes
and what it lies
to my own heart
to the air
in which the stars burnt
so many they fell
who knows
whose feet they kissed...
how their hearts on fire
could no more lie
of a eye
that watched


That was the last night at my apartment in ahmedabad. amresh had come to talk for sometime. like the first time we ever talked...on the terrace of my apartment...this was the last time we were talking.
and they fell from the sky...stars they are called...not one not two..but dozens i guess....

Where.....

My memories....

a bundle of nothing..

mixed up

a pebble in the water u throw

ripples memories,

then all is quiet

did u not see

the pebble now lies underneath

a part of the waters, untraceable
how will you know which you hunt

how will u know what u touched

how shall it tell , let go

dont hold on , dont search

memories move faster than time

traces of them at every milestone

before u reach the next.

happy are the times between

the air sweet and crisp

why think

they have to come

make us cry

but again a goodbye

a begining new

mother of four.....my kelti

us....

didima....

tram trail-8th march,2007

through the city moved the little caterpillar

crawling and rattling

on its metal trail

like a rail it felt

through the narowest lanes

through underneath the greenest spread

took to the secret garden

of my dreams

red, green, blue and white

splashing into my camera..

ma...

memories....

On the thinking chair...

Within these endless thoughts
That my mind meanders through
Not once thinking of a thought
Void of a space and time
That melts on the skin
With the touch of a cold breeze
From the near distant winter
Today I sit
Where I once sat
To think
To remember and forget
To cry and wanting to scream
When the breeze wiped my tears
And brought time to overcome fears
A time of a year long
Now long gone
Before I saw it go by
Through my mind, my body
My thoughts that never cease....

prothom kolkata.....january10th 2007

anxiety...excitement.. very strange feeling
as if i am wed once more... nothing of yesterday i remember
only my new love-this new land....
but i still walk high
high as a drunk...
in my own world
colors blotting in kolkata

That night...

They heard the footsteps of a shadow...
"thoughtful mind", they whispered ...
the breeze gently teased them..
shying, they giggled ...
he heard them, but they were unheard
they woke her up, gentle
rustled in her ears," he is here"
sleepy eyes blushed...
they teased her...

wind blew his hair teasing him too...
shying eyes met him...
"there he walks"," so thoughful"
" does he think of me?"

"of the time i covered the sun"
in the yellow lights he walked not once looking up...
bewitched she decided then...
the wind uhappy...
silence warned ...then they cried...
"but isnt that love ...that fears no fears "
then she" fell" in love..
for one touch of her beloved

the wind carried her "there"
just a leaf....

he walked on..brushing away what wind brought

like a shadow..lost with his broken heart

once...

When the stars in my fate
refused to talk
and chose to hide behind the clouds..
and mock at me
they laughed and laughed
then the winds blew

woke my dreams
woke me up
and together we flew..
they cried for me...
that my eyes couldnt hold
with open arms

the drops embraced
heart ,soul, body into one they made
skin on skin they shone
kissed me the way i dreamt
painted the skies
in colors of my dream
and stars that it trapped
became the twinkle in my eye.....