Witness

Traveller
through lanes of yesterday's mind
Wandering the streets of wisdom,
Watching the metamorphosis
in the wrinkles of a child,
Entering the first foetus cell,
Drawing lines of destiny
and wiping them on the sands,
Witness to a ruined monument
and flowing in the eyes
that watch the highway

Time walks on....

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February 20th, 2007

i have never written poems in bengali...however this seems very interesting......

riddhimanna: ja pakhi ja udhe, akaash tokey dakche abaar, rong mekhe ne abar chokhey, brishti hoye namish kono onno dine oono juge amar chokhey
aamar bukey

me: jabo..tobey pakhi na...hawa hoye ubey jetey chai
jokhon tui kandbi tokey chunye jetey chai

riddhimanna: tobey haw, bondhu, ator, bhanga jomindarer shawkher botoler!!!

me: nah...
shawkher botoley na...khola akash dakchey hoye baaj

kaporer bhanjer thekeo urey jabo aaj.

riddhimanna: chotobaelar notun boiyer notun gawndher moto!!

me: haen rey sei gondho hoye...jabo kono choto cheler kachey
lukiye thakbo tar boyiyer bhetor..keu dhorey naey pachey!!!!

Slipping through

Fate of a cursed child
what more
an invisible hole
underneath the chosen bowl
When angels came
they turned to ghosts
when ghosts were real
they burnt her hands
when he brought love
she had none to hold

only time leaks away

Nightmare

A haunted boat hits a shore.
Faceless ghosts of tomorrows past
and the lame dog
that whined every night
The watchman
who walked in smoke
and smelt of rum.
The beggar wrote poems
and carried a bloody heart in his bowl.

Under the night's cover they came
one by one
and rolled on sand.
They carried the shore
on their skin
and back they went
to the black boat of rotten wood
to vanish under the cloak

of a dark wave

that froze in her eyes

Deja' vu

Diced between

the black and white
i walk,

A soldier comes

with poison eyes

A knight walks in
his horse with wings
Here comes a commoner

his camel so blind,

Waiting to move through this maze

frozen by her numb gaze
her choice of strides
her choice of choices
her vision so weak
her voice so bleak

How does she say
Let the sixes roll

The soldier be dead
The knight surrender
The oasis be found
and the commoner

become even more dust

and she roll aces on it.

rain

million droplets
on a diamond maiden
under a golden glow

there she stands
where taxis whizz in a row

Dust smells
like the year gone by
diamond maiden

there she waits
where people pass to and fro

Voices mingle
with murmurs of drizzle
bluring visions
blured journey
diamond maiden
crosses the street
where, all blindly move their feet

If droplets froze
If the taxis chose
If the year came back
If murmurs screamed
If visions be clear
then all would see

diamond maidenwould rise again

First love

Two young souls
and their first love
that -was me

A prison called suffocate
and its keeper
substitute to surrender
that -was her pride

Brothels on a street called love
substitute to a whore
that- was her heart

A mirror that calls her friend
and a reflection that blurs
substitute to anger
those- were her tears

A mad circus
and laughter missing
substitute to a clown
that- was her worth

A silk merchant
painting shadows
and his iron ship sailing far west
first love to his ship
here -i am I again

Yes i am...

They say im wierd

wierdness is me

im it

in it i live crouched

not in fear

but dormant

to break open

like molten glass

taking shapes

in an earthen fire

flowing through iron hands

like a tear when i drop

break to thousand pieces

to never break again

Secret of the ghosts

As Manas and Snehal filled in the aquarium i watched, their shadows grow and move, from the other side of the glass..
in murky waters they place a type writer, a broken steering wheel, a gun, a telephone...etc...
all this whle lit by a ship lamp whose flickering rings of light make my ghosts come to life...

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