Weaned away from her
Was the child
Ferried to a terrain
People call it urban
He would learn sophistication
Said the ambitious father
On an upbeat note the nature’ nurse
Bid a farewell
The father’s siblings giggled
“Your ambition will be your hamartia”.
Does an ambition give in to a crowd?
A new trajectory for the young child
The first school bag, the first book
The fuzzy printed graphemes soon
Began to hold senses
His place of studies and rest
Was a small beetle shop
In quest of a place
Where peace prevails
A discovery did his eyes claim
A small local Library
With no serious upkeep
In his dystopian world
It was the only utopia
From newspapers to magazines
To old tattered books
And their musty papery scent
Became his cocaine
In the stories did he start
Meeting people the concrete reality
Would have never chanced him
With holes in his trousers pockets
And no wallet he travelled
Aross the seas and mountains
In the symphony of tales
And rhytm of odes and ballads
Lost he became outrightly
Cried in the tragedies
Laughed in the comedies

Fact and fiction
And their pitch and tossSometimes scald the soul
And at the other the countenance beam
He breathed in everything
His unsorted growing up
In this musrky world
Fell at ease.

Yaadon ki bekhauf shaam
Ek khubsurat andhera
Aur uska sisakta sa nagma
Ankhon mein bijli si chamak
Aur ek toofani baarish
Par Woh bhigta kyun nh
Khizaan k sookhe patton jaisa
Toodta bikhrta
Par muskurata
Saher hogi
Bahaar v ayegi

Saher- morning
Khizaan autumn
Bahaar Spring

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Before the dusk
His pysche husked
Lay on the greenery
Soul let go free
Into the firmament
Hugging infinity
Clouds dripping
Long stored sighs
Of the broken hearts
Digging bays into him
Cascading gloom
He did tore
Bulging light at the hammer
Illuminated his face
He fell in love with grace
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His eyes
Rained the sky
Of decades
Welled up seas

At unreaching Him
When noise
Brought void
Of silence

Pretences played
With corner
Of eyes
Of lips

Memory flips
Into pool
Of past
She ran
So fast

Deadly ducks
Paddle waves
Shore shakes
Into nothingnes

A thousand tanks
Releasing bullets
From the terrace
Of his head
Sky turning smoky
Earth painted with blood stains

And who is not a killer?

Yesterday umpteen colourful gowns
Now the white thin sheets
Hanging lifeless breathing bodies
To dictionaries of human languages
‘Peace’ is just a word

And who is not a killer?

In Spring
Trees seen
With pale leaves
With withered skins
With grey wrinkles
Chronicling the plight
Of the land
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Dripping rain
Sunny day
Wetting drapes
Melting flesh
Shivering body
Sobbing eyes
Smiling lips
Steep nose
Anger bore
Winged birds
Wanting flight
Panting heart
Bleeding feet
Ziggy ways
Fuel drained
Stranded I
Stranded I
Strand…
Str…..

At the dawn when I walked the bridge
And sips of breath inhaled
Of living Hooghly river
At once the feet felt locked up
An absloute physical impasse

The beauty of its depth
Eyes of my psyche drew sight of
Waged a war against my rationality
And at once my body sought to kiss it
Do you know
What’s the price did it ask for?
My life off me

And then laughter ensued
A very petty price tag
That I could throw without a thought

The stupified river gaped at me
As if she wants to know the reason of my laughter

Now the beaming face said,
An infinite number of lives inhabit me
I am never me but them
And at once the profoundity
of its depth
Embraced me.

©jeyforyou

Often do I hear
Childhood days are the golden period
Why?
Let me guess. Hmm!
Yes, I got it.
It’s carefree
It’s reckless
When one wishes for moon
And gets it someway
So they all want to rewind time
To relive the days passé
Somebody to relive the school days
And others to relish their granny tales
They miss the sweat
They saved their pocket money with
To play Mario or buy a bicycle.
Pocket money weighed more than salaries earned today.
They say they miss the seesawing in the children’s park.
So they need a time machine to go back.
I miss my childhood days too
Not to relive the carefree days
But to witness my young iron-willed father again
My super hero of all time
He is frail yet fine
I want to ride on the wheels of time
And spring back not to hang out with friends
At the same nook of busy Kolkata streets.
But see the confident man
He who led me dream,
Bigger than I had been
His gait had a wow factor
I want to witness that scene
So I need a time machine.
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Finger played on the bell
Her door smiled at me
A heavenly spectacle fell in sight
How excuisite
How syrupy
The enormity of her lips
As wide as Sargasso
The frivolity housed in her eyes
Mischiefs galore
She sucked an ocean out my eyes
And soon the wetness of the lips overlapped
And dried I turned
Like the deserts in May
To quench I could reach nowhere
But the bloody silky landscape
Soft as silk they were

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