Illusion

I Plan to Steal a Guitar Tomorrow

2012-12-24T13:05:00.003-08:00

Tomorrow, I plan to steal a guitar
From a nearby musical store.
I will pet this guitar like a
Fish, a cat or a parrot.
When the strings of the guitar grow like those unruly hairs,
I will trim them off with lot of warmth.
With a comb, I will make them look tidy.

The day when my guitar gets a bad throat
Will feed him warm water
And will let him do gargle regularly.

I have also crafted a wooden bed for him
Where I have designs of human…a lot of beautiful human

I am still thinking what would he like to have for his meal?
Chicken or something vegetarian?
Some seafood or just some cola.
I somehow feel, if he gets an ice cream,
I will see a smile of a rainbow on his face.
So I am going to steal a guitar tomorrow.
Please come tomorrow to meet my new guest.

The Squirrel

2012-07-17T12:41:00.000-07:00

I see a squirrel in my balcony.
It’s been couple of days -
He comes and peeps through my window.
He is not exactly black-
Neither brown nor maroon.

He is more like the dusk -

The dusk that reminds me of your hair,

The onset of the darkness is exactly the color of the squirrel.
Its eyes has the moist color-
Though it’s very milky
I prefer calling it cloudy-
The white clear ones but
Stores a tempest beneath.
I realize we are bonded with a mutual thought.
An unknown relationship but a strong stream of consciousness.

It rained heavily yesterday and
I see a clear sky since then.
The rain has stormed in my balcony and I don’t see the squirrel today.
The rain drops touched my arms today and I feel my wings in the air.

Today, When I was Coming Back

2011-11-18T09:47:00.000-08:00

Today, when I left you and was coming back
As if all the music tumbled down the way.
The blanket of the dawn looks even moister today.

The story of the road
Where I lost my music once,
I told it to myself today.
Alas! You were not there to
Blow away the story with a smile.

What should I name this feeling of
You, not being with me -
The gloomy cloud or
The chaotic wind.
John Donne's poetry
Or Nilim da's nap.

My wheels want to break free today
Like a nomad, they wander.
Looks like the most musical poetry
Tumbles down the hill today.

The Old Wooden Bed

2011-09-10T08:30:00.000-07:00

Those were the days gone by
You used to sleep together with her.

Let father brings you the a talking toy
Or some dark chocolate .
But you use to come near
Her breast every night.

Those were the days
When your thin lips
Suck the nipple of her breast
With the eagerness of some milk.
You don’t let her sleep peacefully.
Every night you had a sensational
Touch of a women.

Today again you get lost in the sensuous scent of a women.
You love to get lost in the ups and down of her body.
You still kiss her countless
You still don’t let her sleep peacefully.

The age and time has transformed you
From the inner core of her heart
To her inner breast

What is still the same is Me
I am the witness of your desire.
I am that age long, stable
Old Wooden Bed.

Tumi Shramik Hoiu Premik

2011-06-02T10:44:00.000-07:00

Rabha jodi mur kalam hoi
tenehole mur kolome okol
Premor kobita kiyo likhe

Rabha, monot pore ne tumar xai
stationor platform, PWDr rastar
Sharamikor tambut kotuwa raati.

Priyobalak heruwai tumi ghuri phura
Xei rasta aaru stationot paamne atiya
Tumar pododhuli bisari?

Rabha tumi biplobi
Janatar ashru jodi tumar ashru hoi,
tenehole Pitri hridoy tumi kot heruwala?

Moi bhabu-
Axonkhyo janatar jodi tumi hendali,
Tumar hendali kot?

Rabha, tumak aaji paam kot?
Civilor xonmukhot tukari bai thoka
Bhikharituk tukarile
Pam ne Rabha tumak?
Ne mur Preyokhir hridoyot
Thakibo para tumi?

Tumi Bordoisila hoi porojonomot
Tumi premik hoi, pitri hoi xubhologonot
Kora puron Jonotar opurno aaxa!

FullStop

2011-02-01T08:14:00.000-08:00

I don’t feel any tears in my eyes today,
I roam around and it’s a tasteless feeling.
Today I can see the green leaves
I created, turning into white.

This time the winter is severe,
It cuts like a sharp edge through my skin.
I thought I will get you a pair of socks
Before the winter sets in
If not a woolen one, may be a thick one,
the one you liked last time.

If I would have ever knew that ,
The dampness of the winter
Will turn into a tempest ,
I would have got you the pair of socks long back.

Today I still don’t feel any dampness in my eyes
I stare at my odorless paints and I get a vibe
Will it have the fragrance again?

A Beginning

2010-11-14T08:52:00.000-08:00

Today, feels like green everywhere.
The earth looks tender
Like the gentle breeze from Laban,
And my mind feels the freshness
Of the slow moving stream from the uphill.
Today, feels like tuberose
About to blossom in all the corners of my heart.
And the smiling Eucalyptus tree is flying across
The patches of blue clouds.

Today, this life's new meadow just need
Few pocket full of raindrops…
Wish you be some rain, be some cloud and some rainbow
And shower your blessings for our new life

Today When I Drop You Home

2010-03-18T05:46:00.000-07:00

If today all the green leaves would have been green forever
If the dry earth would have been still raw even after the heart full rain,
When I peep through my motorcycle mirror
Why do I see the trees, the leaves, the clouds pass by so fast
Today why my shirt gets dried up instantly
Soon after a bucket full of rain.
The crystal clear clouds embrace me and
I slip into her ups and downs.
I feel a sweet pinch just close to my heart.
Today when I drop you home
I want the glaciers close to Sun,
Stop melting for pocket full of time

I lost My Mirror

2009-11-02T04:21:00.000-08:00

Last week I bought a mirror for my motor cycle
It looks like an attentive ear of a rabbit
A rabbit whose color is white-
White like yesterday's dawn.

Now a days I see a lot of dreams through this mirror
A herd of elephant and a big snake -
Usually with lots of shades,
patches of violet and white
Sometimes few clouds and
sometimes few Sounds of excitement.
Sometimes I also see different colors
Black, white, green and yellow
But I have never seen red

Since last two days I am not able to find my mirror.
Somebody has stolen it,
When I parked it in that usual
Corner near Java City.

Today, when I ride
I lean and try to find the mirror
Just a hope that it will come back.
And again today if those dark clouds rain
Will hold one raindrop in my palm
And will ask -Oh Raindrop! Do you see my tear drop?
Will I be able to see her face
In my mirror today again?

Next Year When it Floods...

2009-05-29T09:45:00.000-07:00

Flood transpire, Every year it does.
And when it happens, it happens very cruelly.
It washes away the drains, houses,
Green Leaves, branches, trees, bamboo seats
Underneath the huge tree.

Since last few days I have been trying to gather
Few straws, leaves, stones and some dreams
This time when it floods
I will take along all these,
And rush towards your village
With my dreams too.

Will try my best to prevent the rushing water
And when I will loose all my dreams against the flood
Then I will lie down myself in front of the water.
My heart, my chest will fight against the cruel torrent.
This time when the floods come towards your village
I will Jump myself to stop every drop of water.

This time before even sadness touches your heart
I will jump myself to stop every breeze of sadness.

Someday Try to Love Someone Like I Do

2009-03-22T13:09:00.000-07:00

Tonight the full moon shines like never before
The milky evening peeps through my window
And says “ Why awake?
Let your eyes close and you float.
The moon in your dream is far beautiful than
The moon in my lap.
She will stay always close to you
And would never go away when the dawn breaks”
I steal some light from this evening tonight
Take it in my blue bowl
And when I see a vivid reflection of mineI reply
“ I don’t dream now a days,
And I have started hating onions”
Someday, try to love someone like I do.
It hurts when dream breaks.
But I encounter truth today
Where I smile when I see you.
Come tonight in my dream again
I will embrace you like the blue sky cuddle the moon tonight

The Moon, Star and some Thoughless Cloud

2009-03-08T09:13:00.000-07:00

Today the moon must have looked
More beautiful than ever before.
So much of brightness,
That the star never saw it before in her.
And the star thought that the Moon will
Wrap herself today with the white milky dress
He always liked.
The star will stay aside today and will measure
The depth of her love
Today he is searching for a caliper
To weigh the depth of her love.
As he can see few clouds, close to her today-
Some moist cloud, few yellow cloud.
Few thoughtless clouds and few budding cloud
Seems like those yellow clouds will
Envelop his Moon with all his madness.
The star has lost his brightness today
Eyes closed and he can see only few
Dark clouds
And waits for the curtain to go down of
200 Rainy Days

My House Looks Stranger to me Today

2008-12-06T12:14:00.000-08:00

Today I don’t want to enter my house.

Why did I leave you in the midst of those planes?

Today the clouds are so excited,

They are so resolute,

They don’t even know where will they land today

Someone's paddy filed or in someone's blue dream.

On some rose petal or on your forehead.

And by any chance if they fall

Somewhere in your curly hair,

The rain drop will be in shame;

The dark clouds were not dense enough.

Don’t know why the rain embraces me, every time.

You too also like rain,

The rain which soaks every ups and down of your soul,

Let it flood you entirely this time.

If Death is also a truth,

Let me ask Death today - How can someone be so close, so close to soul?

The rain poured just few days back

The days went by like a blink of your eyes!

Today again I don’t want to enter my house.

The house looks stranger to me, lost in some cloud, dark cloud.

Last Year, Somewhere Around this Time The Sky looked so Blue

2008-11-03T10:27:00.000-08:00

Last year, somewhere around this time
The sky looked so blue.
It’s blue even today, but not as much as last year.

Today he still feels
The touch, in between his hair.
He smiles abruptly even when he is sleeping.
He remembers her red top every now and then
And some sparkling dreams woven in that red top.
And she doesn’t let him touch it,
Thinking the dreams would shatter.

Why she hugged him suddenly that day
Did she know, that he would go away one day.
She feels all the waves of him
In her breath even today, as if it was just yesterday.

She doesn’t know why the sky was so blue that day
Or why the leaves were even more green.
Last year, somewhere around this time
The sky looked so blue.

Today the sky is dark
Darker than her hair,
Looks like it will rain this year,
Dark rain!

The Sun is Lost Somewhere in an Ugly Painting

2008-09-17T09:56:00.000-07:00

The sun came out like ever before

Like dreams of mine in between the clouds

Like hide and seek when I sleep

Like bubbles of rain in winters.

I remember –

The sun looked calm and stunning in the morning.

During the noon, she was a bit annoying

But her tender touch waved a warm layer on my back.

And by evening as usual

She wanted to go.

The moist breeze helped her sleep.

She vanished in between two dark threads

Today darkness looks more dark and cruel

As if some painter has overdone his painting

I am not able to search the stars too,

Someone has hidden them in his palm.

The scarlet blood has made the sky look ugly.

The sun is lost among the dead bodies

Now its just darkness,

Someone's dark and an ugly painting

A worthless and a bloody painting.

The Raindrops Have Gone Mad Today

2008-07-29T13:02:00.000-07:00

The rain drops today look like opium in their head
They all have gone mad,
They don’t sit on rose petals today.
They don’t make bubbles and
Look so restless more.

I want to get close to you today,
So that I can smell the beetle-nut in your mouth.
I wish I had few more fingers
To roll thorough your hair.
The emptiness that touches every cell of the breeze.

Today raindrops are so impatient,
Looks like they want to embrace the clouds again.
Kiss the cloud myriad and feel the warmth.

Father, I don’t want to come far away from you again.

Me, Mrs Parimala's house and Coorg

2008-07-08T04:44:00.000-07:00

Tonight once again, suddenly I realize myself.
In Coorg, middle of a huge coffee estate
I find a lonely essence – Mrs Parimala’s house.
The extension of her house and
She let us stay there.

Come, let’s measure the extension-
It was tailored so perfectly
As if she knew, we will arrive one night.

Tonight, no operation can search for the starts in the sky,
The clouds are so protective.
My dreams are spread out in vastness and lost, but
The cigarette smoke out of the window gets drenched
In the rain tonight.
The smoke brings along the rain into my room.
I want to marry the rain tonight.
And I want to feel every curve of the rain.
She smiles at me and I mix
Some of your drops in my wine.

Tonight in Mrs Parimala’s house
I understand myself once again.

Come...Lets Get Drenched Today

2008-05-02T15:30:00.000-07:00

She loves rain
But, not much she has drenched in it.

Guddu once said
When love transpires, the shade of the leaves becomes green
When the road takes a curve
And you tend to rest
You will feel that round and square are words
Not to be found in glossary.
If there is any truth, that’s only beauty-
Of life and of Death

Even I like rain
And I got soaked many a times.
I always feel the aura of
Rain drops, falling on the dry land
In her breath
And also try to realize the truth-
Of life and Death

This time when it rains,
I will remind you to embraces the raindrops
Close to heart,
Close to truth.

A Bag - Lost

2008-04-22T23:44:00.000-07:00

I had a bag
It’s not exactly black but a bit dark
Like dusk.
Just after the sun sets and
When birds fly to their nests,
That’s the darkness, the color of my bag.

I kept this bad in a corner of my house
There is a window too in that corner.
Usually I watch stars from that window
Looks like couple of tear drops on a dark drawing paper
Where glows your face.

I have not seen the bag for quite sometime now.
Not able to find too.
Searched a lot,
Not able to find it...

I am thinking of lodging an FIR today.
The cops might ask,
What was there in the bag?
How will I say, there was just one shirt,
I used to call it 'Dreams'.

Loosing Death

2008-03-30T10:41:00.000-07:00

She says -
Everytime He slips out of my hand.

Few flesh sticking
On her bones
The burned flesh
They laugh at me
And try to embarrass me.

My wounded part
My happiness and sadness

Tragedy

2008-03-17T20:28:00.000-07:00

A horse on a broken cup on a wooden plank
Reminds me of the tempest
In her heart.
Heart broken but on a strong plank
He resides to make the picture look good.

Sometimes the biggest tragedies
Are the biggest inspirations.

The Thief that likes Reading Books

2007-12-15T15:50:00.000-08:00

There is thief next to my house
Who likes reading books.
He likes a book in the central library
Where he visits often now a days.

The book is not so huge.
The color of the cover page of the book
Is light, but not exactly white.
He calls it cloudy.
The colors of the each of the pages are yellow
Very much, like the paint of the wall of his room.

There are more or less, 27 pages in that book
When he turns the pages, they look like
The bubbles in the rain.
They grow large and large
And they vanish.
The pages are so unstable.
His fingers love to play with the pages.
As if, he has not played in ages.
The touch of the pages, when he turns
Them one after another,
In between his fingers makes him feel
A strange shiver running through his body.

But the fonts of the book are too small.
He hates letters in small fonts.
And that’s the reason why
He has never read the book.

Hey thief! Do you know?
That the book you like, love to read poems?

Jesus - A Glance through the pencil of Mathsy

2007-11-29T09:59:00.000-08:00

A sketch of Jesus by my friend Mathsy. There is something about this sketch I like.

Buy me a song tonight

2007-11-17T13:18:00.000-08:00

Buy me a song tonight
Please buy me a song.

I have few lines and some stanzas.
Some scattered and some thrown on the table.

Few lines are so old
And few are too loved.
All these lines are so mine
Like my old bottle of wine.

Buy me a song tonight
Please buy me a song.

Few leaves from Shillong
And few from Bombay
Makes my song so fresh and lively.
The fragrance that touches my heart
Brings me more close to you.

Now do not buy me a song tonight
Let’s just make a song tonight
To feel the curves in the light.
‘We kiss, we see,
We smile and we kiss again’
Let’s sleep with the song tonight

Its Been Six Months, Ten Days I Hugged Her

2007-10-25T20:13:00.000-07:00

It’s been six months, I hugged her
Precisely six months and ten days.
Last time her eyes were red
And tears peeped through her eyes
Prior to this, she wept.
This time when I hugged her
I couldn’t measure her tears.
I suppose it was larger than the sound
Made by the landing plane

Whenever she hugs me
It feels like the shade of the trees, in the mid summer
Or a heavy rain on the cracking land.

I also feel the fragrance of the raw land
When the first rain embraces the earth
Green, green leaves and dew drops on it.

It’s been six months, I slept
On her high and lows of her breast.
Its six months ten days I hugged her.