Where again

Burnt sand cries for a storm
that buries memories of a night
and wakes to the light of the only dawn
in which children make the song.

Green grass cries all night
and lies to the sun in a breath
then dies below the feet of a child
who cries for a broken myth.

Blue sky cries for a rainbow
that is stuck midway a dream
and fights memories through and through
that cries in the seventh beam .

Life cries for living a life
and life is lost somewhere
searching for the hands with warmth
that cold flesh has lost nowhere.

Unfinished unedited...poem.......

Clasped by the lights of my dream
when i walk towards a shore
I see not life, but stolen hours
that cry on broken bones

Kissed by the salts of my ocean
that drown the screams of a moment
I kill the foetus of a dream
that grows in the womb of a hope

Left on the island of the deaf
as i gather the proof of sound
I see the roots of my end
covering the skies unbound

Living through my sins i wake
the sin of trying to answer
i choose to walk the maze of questions
that meet every life hereafter

i watch myself

a prayer unheard
a miracle unused
a time lost
and my story unfinished


some blushing moments
some silly games
some sand and shells
and my memories blurred

a mirror bared
a rosary broken
a flute unhappy
and my life begins

a blotted sketch
a letter unread
a photograph scratched
and my love undone

a silver strand
a darker age
a bronzed skin
and my time is still

as i watch myself

Prayer

Living by her own
she tires
on the ground that scribbles her name
she clears the fog to see time again,
every time
before she turns insane
she wonders why the trees look grey
and her hair
silver as the river waves
she walks across the desert of dreams
to reach
where the night falls?
she bares her cloak of childhood stories
and holds the dark to cover her sins
from another life
she hears them scream
and lets this life pass like a dream
and as she walks along this name
next life promise her
her skin shall bear no more shame
and i shall, only, live.

Miracle

lucky boy holds a torn photograph,
a picture of nothing he says
A secret that showed in red light,
made love with him.

The green door creaked as he walked past
the picture trembled in wet hands
A few footsteps that knew it all,
and didnt let them fall.

The rays of sun when smiled to scorch,
he tore the shame
and when everything was jealous and green,
he made love again.

A little boy once

Little boy of no age
cries in the white light,
buries his face in the heart,
and reads her feiry tale
Ageless kisses of hope
melt in the puddle of raindrops,
and mirror they bring to her,
as she reads her grey lines
little boy colours them
in pastels and in dreams
White and black and grey,
look yellow blue and silver
and golden lips kiss the boy,
They hold hands,
and wet their feet in the puddle,
Tell me mirror
fairy tale is it?
or tales of a dream....

Java city

Saved in an orange clay bowl
some ash and cigarette butts
embrace a night,

Under the glossy cover of a comic book
walk the eyes of a child,

Sipping some iced mint tea
she reads their silence,

Not one could see inside,
the city where coffee brews
Not one was heard mumuring
the whispers of destiny,

Who knows? How many times?
I walked past that land
unable to see inside
and a glance waiting,
Who knows? How many times?
The ash flew,
The nights smiled,
The eyes found a rescue,
and silence played on destiny
till today......

Traveller

Frozen in the fuming hearts
molten in the summits by sunshine
niether her face nor her shame leaves her
only a rag flutters in the wind
baring her skin to the storms of time

In her hands she holds blisters since ages
niether the morning nor the night leaves her
only her broken staff measures path
touching her feet every time she falls

Casteaway skin she touches when she bathes
niether stains nor satin leave her soul
only some silver strands colour her hair
and bring time to a stand still
leaving only memories of an empty yesterday....

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....

-

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!!!!