Seduced in the Sunderbans
Blue above, blue beneath; waters and skies kiss at yonder point.
A thick line stretches with flags of greenery, bold enough
to sustain salty tides, as muddy lands, bronze in sunrays
swathe itself with the poignant carpet of the Ganges.
Boatman swings as if wind itself in the unheard stretches.
Vista lucid enough but not to overcome eyes in the clay.
Death lies behind the muck and life too; they choose to struggle.
Nights alert through sounds; river breezes rumour in our ears-
“Look the ‘Royal’ sees you from behind, from beside, in front...”
Fake cries of people tilts the launch as feet gather on a side
just to beat hope against the blinding trees and bushes.
We hover in coop while roars roam around us in the chill
captivating mist dangle themselves over salty fluids,
blurring reality in the splendour that seduces us with drunken eyes.
Word-masters may faint penning it from tip to tail for
Where is the tip and where is the tail?
Winded by the recurrent chirping and seldom fox cries;
and the wish to see the king, bothering every moment
makes the guards utter, “If seen within the cage it’s royal,
For those who dare to sense it and hear it’s gasp, it’s lethal.”
Verses bow, prose too, ideas too vast for them.
Logs of wood keeps us
alive till they rot,
afloat in them till they float,
Nature’s dearest are the ‘Royals’ here. Her lap just for them.
Eyes become weary, swollen without sleep, still open with hope
while the king dozes and watches us every jiffy through royal eyes.
He must be smiling seeing the hunters enslaved within inebriated waters.
A serene approval haunts the heart as we depart,
kicks the pendulum faster to say,
Come here and float but beware of seduction.
Sweat tries to swim upwards through the hairs
of a labourer building the statue of the herald
but fails and falls in the soil sucked up by heat,
Vanishes as a struggling animal in quicksand;
Dreams drain and entity turns into fossils as slippers
walk over it.
His weapons are a chisel and spade;
He lifts them to protest but vacuum wailing in the curves
of his muscles make it fall again on the mummified ground;
just to dig, dig the ground for
the Herald's statue must stand firm
or his existence will be buried under its
Toils will evaporate with the smile of the moon
The dawn will hear sounds again-
sounds of iron striking against rocks.
The air waits to weave those sounds
and strike a twister with them-
Tall enough for the world to see
bold enough to step over mountains
Clear enough to show the waving hands
begging a day out of slavery.
Unusual Shiver in Winter Days
She was a creeping winter,-
coiling and settling into the wardrobe
of my lined collections
of cassettes and clothes
(Scattered in a bachelor’s room)
Suits arranged by brands
fragranced by sensuous nights
brought by you molded me
into a gentleman
below uncombed hairs
and unwashed hands.
I was into lessons to be clean
I was feeding on my love.
From a scrappy life
beside a pond
abound with weeping cranes
she was the only fish
in front of my hungry beaks.
Short-lived and destructive
as most pleasures are
I am wedged back
back into an untidy shiver
from an act worthy of no mercy.
“Poetry is the root of The Cosmic Tree of Peace and Purity whither water is the poetic attitude and sunlight is your poetic firmness while you hold the pen between your fingers and the result is Holistic Peace where enlightenment and happiness are the by products. This is nothing but Poetic Photosynthesis for a Peaceful world."
"Your willpower should be like that of a river
No matter how big a mountain stands on your way,
just find a humble path beside, curving towards your aim"
"Certain things are bound to happen and death is the only certainty"
"Humanity is our only identity when we compare us with other living beings"
"Darkness is Purity and understanding this darkness is Enlightenment"
"Youths are undoubtedly the power of a Nation and the future landlords of the cultural arena."
"When we wish and toil to be stars, a child sits behind us and tells us -ONE DAY we all will be STARS."
"Being Ambitious is a constant nature to proceed, extinguishing base fires of success in the conquered empires."