Another reminder

Stains inside my coffee cup
remind me of rain washed memories,

Hazed faces of you and me
play across the window panes,

And the coffee stains run down
like the heavy hearted drops ,

drawing familiar patterns
whose destiny i changed with my fingers.

sleepless

When sleep avoids me,
and chooses another lane,
that clings to the river,
my memories laugh at me then.

My memories are chalk dust,
that wrote several sums,
yet never learnt to count,
may be thats why they ran in circles.

Circles remind me of birthday cakes,
all kinds and shape,
bread, chocolate sugar and candy,
like layers of pages stuck with age.

I always smell new books,
i also smell the old ones,
and every time i sneeze,
i fear a memory is loose.

So i sit up late and write,
if words could a bring jealous light,
and bring my sleep back,
and wipe the memory board black.

One fine day

Lost in a map- less city they wandered,

in limp white linen and all time slippers.

Round and round they went,

tying the monument,

in their wonder and thickening heart beats.

They walked from shadows to sun,

like a dream entangled in the barb,

like the vision of the monument barred,

they walked in the city,

entangled in cigarettes and tea.

They were lost forever,

cobbling and plumbing,

and buying post cards at the monument,

to take back sometime,

to a home where waiting had just begun.

No regrets

Jigsaw of colors and shapes.
They made a picture of me
Some pieces rebelled.
The nose was ugly they felt,
walked out and never came back.

Year after year
I counted the shapes,
numbered the colors,
and then bought some clay
on a playful rainy day

Within 4 cups of the 'perfect' tea
on a white mirror table,
I painted my nose blue.
The shape was wrong,
i spilled sugar and tears,
then curled up sleeping with my fears


Between Orange and Grey,
the sun chose a color.
grays are boring and oranges funny,
rest is a mist.
Still i took a Red,
and took it to bed,
and swallowed a pill that said
'Awake the dead'

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?

..........................................................................................

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