#1
Is that a dab of paint?
Or is it a blood splatter pattern?
Don’t stop splashing colours on that canvas.
#2
The home of my dreams-
Soft fleeting tears.
Marigolds in bloom.
#3
My mother’s smile-
Pastoral Bengal.
A pain, a pleasure.
#4
The song of the mynah,
Autumn breeze.
The surrounding Sahyadris of hoary days.
#5
Yellow dipped skies,
Earthy smell of rain,
The urban mind confused.
#6
Cry me tears
The monsoon smells
Of dreams gone by.
#7
The sound of fire
Through the stormy hearts.
Bring peace.
#8
Fire and ice,
The cat’s dance on the manuscript.
Gone with the wind.
#9
Dreamworld people.
Faces lost in cloudless nights.
Summer skies.
#10
The chotto ektakar shingara and the radhaballi,
Breathing furiously.
Inhabiting my childhood, my frenemies.
#11
The dominoes fell,
The words like torrents
It was inevitable.
Song of the fallen leaves
Autumn’s introverted smile
A longing.
#12
Squandered ideas
Words of winter’s coldness.
An abject highway of mourning.
#13
Cadence of morning breeze,
Lofty silences,
A cup of tea.
#14
Hills have dreams,
Plants wet with ideas,
An urban concrete jungle.
#15
Birds fly high,
Heart as heavy as sinking iron.
The dusky twilight of today.
#16
Scream of infinite solitude,
Enmeshed in traffic of the soul,
A faint smile.
#17
Nonsense of the words,
Intellectual brevity,
Foolish heartbeats.
#18
My body,
The lamp that burns at your altar.
It’s me.
#19
The flame of devotion,
A fiery chant like the thunder in the sky.
A solitary pilgrim.
#20
Shokol kaler shokol manusher kotha
Black smoke from the school bus,
An unfinished poem,
Morning mellow Sun.
#21
A millions poems,
Useless like flowers of yesterday.
A lonely rainbow and one shoe.
#22
In the cradle of darkness
A brave crescent,
Soft balm on my senses.