poems?

poetry happened a year ago...
we walked , talked, swayed
then one of us must have left another
or the carnival lights blinded
when i was looking for the hands that moved the puppets
my poems joined the circus
it will be another summer, another winter
then maybe spring shall bring us by
how will i look?,what shall i say?
will my poems know me from all the puppets that strayed?

one spring, one autumn,
maybe when i will be busy tying old knots
i will catch a stray poem
and plant it in my garden pots
then maybe forever
we will walk, talk and sway
or the circus will bring my poems maybe
in my fancies of blue and grey

To the escapist

'escapist'

you're running on an open field,

running from the wind,

running from the sky,

and you touch me as you pass by,

i wonder in my hopeless hopes,

how would you run when on the slopes?

when tired would you need a hand?

would you need warmth in the coldest land?

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warp of time,
starched and brushed in rice,
under the tamarind trees,
colored in red,
and woven in gold.

she waits to cover a skin scarred,
and beaten with green with red,
or only red the skin will wed,
and the green will be jealous.

why were you late?
why didn't you color in time?
naked threads were safe you thought ?
now red looks better
and you are just an accent

the debt collector came early,
and set sins of the skin free.
skin can now be red and gold,
pure gold without green...

one whole year!!!

To kolkata-15th january 2007

unhurt, unheard and unseen
the real unknown
truth in a package
of dissappointment, disillusion
and dust
to dust my pride
begins in a city
of unchained dreams
dreams of a silver sun
of a flaky morning
of an orange moon
still wrapped
in the mist
of a soft winter light

all smiling into the camera.

Selling away

Buy my freedom
i am selling it cheap,
only two silver coins,
and, one heart beat

Even one coin will do,
and the beat could be cold,
just give me something,
i want my freedom sold

Still bargain!!
then put me in your chain,
cut my flesh,give me a wound
give me death, throw me a noose

give me something,
something you choose...
take away my freedom

someone just told me
Freedom is just another word,
for nothing left to loose.

Hope

Between heaven and earth
if horizon be the illusion of a kiss
then here i shall stay
and watch them make love all day
in colours
in weathers

I stay till i fall
or rises another wall
on which every brick shall say
here i will stay
in weathers and in colours
under the cover
of a curse called hope.

salvation

faded voices from the past
are amusing balms for wounds
what fails them now
was their triumph once
that stained my hands in disgust

desperate for a sound
makes them wonder
if they were deaf or me
and i walk over the dry sand
from this circle of storm

whirlwinds bring together time
the gone, here, that would be or not
i watch them march to the fight
and drop their weapons

to the icy ring that only screams death

seed

the connecting dots are moving again
they will shift the now to then.
i will stand before the wall in vain
and the vines will cover the marks again.

the dots have begun to form a line
with rusted ends and center plain
i wont play in this tug of war
let time again be the sinner's stain.

little dots now look like clouds
shifting to another barren land
i try to catch the smoke so moist
with my feet under the ground to rest

i only watch the dots float away...

lets talk!!!!

never mind where i walk
i still walk in a circle
and reach the same old ruins of a future.

does it matter what i mean?
i still scream in echoes of a dream
and wake up in the coffin of my afterlife.

who lies with me here in this silence
is not the angel of release
but the medusa in my mirror

who turned myself into stone...

Moira

for moira..

shadows of a desire rise
of wishful prayers to the ocean
the oyesters are just waking from their dream
and joan of arc is happy it seems
millions following they can see her rise

star of the ocean
exceptional cause of love
my love she sleeps in my love

when the dawn shall break
and she open her eyes
blessed will be the ocean
with her fingers touching the breeze
of a soft sunny day.

i promise!!!!

this time when it shall rain
i shall not count my steps
this time when im late
i shall not try to find a way
if this road met mine years ago
i would not be here
and this time if the road kisses
i shall walk with it
without a promise
without my umbrella
no games
only dots on the sand by the sea
shall know the secret.