happy new year..2 u all ..may it suck even more and cross the threshold...

and pity was so easy baby

to be like a god upon the world

but to take it head on....

For some one like me...

another fantasy

pity was so easy baby...

when u see yourself in the ruins of time past

to ask it for yourself

why baby why it seems so hard?

there is a sea behind
there is a sea ahead
and there is a small bird
flying in between...
which does not believe
yet still feels
..as if it all meant something..
..as if he is still reaching home.

REMEMBERING THE TITANS

WE ARE FORGETTING THE FOURTH DIMENSION
THE NEARNESS OF THINGS
WE ARE BEGINNING TO FORGET THAT TWO AND TWO MAKE A FIVE
FOR AGES THE WINDOW HAS BEEN CLOSED
NOW WE DONT REMEMBER IT
THE CUBE WITHIN A CUBE
NEVER EMERGES...
THE CRUCIFICATION ON IT
AS IF IT WERE A CIRCLE
TO BEGIN AGAIN WHERE WE END
WE PAINT ONE WITH THE OTHER
BUT NOW WE SEE ONLY ONE HAND

Euphoria

tribals dancing to the moon
their cymbals ..their orangutan tunes...
like never known before...
the cool rain on the leaves....
of marijuana..my skin....my tubes.... my brain

out of the circle....out of the rhyme...
in sleep ...reapeated overtime...
out of the circle....out of the rhyme...
in sleep ...reapeated overtime...

locusts on her epicentre
more closer than flesh on flesh
than skin on skin..
the demensions bend....
elliptical ..sado-masochistic

the air ..the jungle..the sea...
planets mad with mercury fumes
in a whirlpool....pulled apart....

like walking the Medusa's path

One day as a lion

just listened to "One day as a lion"(a side project of RATM frontman Zack de la rocha and some drummer from some band i dont know).....lemme say what i like....i like those who ...sing in style...attitude...aggressiveness.......listen to the track "one day as a lion"...especially its ending......its not about aggression only.....not about revolution only....its a celebration..the joy of expressing..exactly....your view of symmetry...

My Eternal

Phew! for a moment I lost myself
My eternal
Dont blame me
Dont leave me here all alone
I promise that I shall always be faithful to you

That I shall always be the outsider in every story
Everywhere I go...
And every time they forget
I shall pierce their eyes with a needle
And runaway through the backdoor
Like you taught me
Like I always do..

But promise me now ..right now
That U shall always be with me
Through empty rooms and mad laughter
Oh dont again let me loose myself
Oh never again...

Standing at infinity's door
Let me drink your acid rain

a perfect cube

a perfect cube
white noise
my gift to you

bare white walls
infinite
try not to breathe
try not to sweat
try not to kick and squeal

and i thus leave all my attire
this century old city and its desires

a perfect cube
under white light
silent noise
no air no smell..no curled up sleep

and what did i leave?

such questions shud not arise

Not even that

Not even that… I am
Why should I write poetry?
Now thinking of some bleak longing
The world is bright maybe or is dark
Things tell stories of past or maybe just science
Somewhere sometime someone did it
I am not even that, much too tired
Maybe the sunrises and the yellow streetlights
Are not from another century
The trees are green maybe
And she beautiful
In my dreams I find nothing to tell her
My hands won’t even touch
The streets are streets
And where am I... Where?

Pure

From Meghlapur

In monsoon, the haunting
of these desolate places—green and old:
the vegetative earth pure and cold—
Enforcing the heart to be dormant.
Let the moss grow on the pebbles,
Weed on the stones.
Those long traces of memories and forms
That melt in the mist.
Each little stone and pebble, content
And ready to resign itself
To this unprohibited growth.
Let there be no return from this end:
I give myself to you…
Come weed grow on me too!

FEAR

I

Its not as if i am not going
its not as if i dont want
there is a pale river in between
and once again i shall not swim
will take a boat rather
floating in the comfort of
'arriving somewhere but not here"

and if my hand smell of mud
dont think i had a fall
its just the weather maybe
maybe its nothing at all

Am Gach Ta

Ei am gachtay am dhorena
na dhorena...kokhono dhorena
tai amer dine am gachtar tolay keu jai ni.....
keu jay na.....

ekbar ek chotto chele
eshe daralo am gachtar tole
phisphisiye am gachta jigyes korlo cheletake
"onyo gacher am khub mishti bujhi?"

eto shasos kutheke pay...
je am gache kokono am dhoreni?
hay! bertho ohonkar oshomoye!
am gachta keno bhabe
o chara ar keu jane na
chotto cheletar ki bhal lage....?

AUTISM

"I shall show you fear in a handful of dust"...T S Eliot

A 'why?" echoes thro busy shopping plazas
An actress stares blankly at the roaring audiences beneath
The empty skies above
the rubble underneath


the sun rose from behind the rock
and disappeared behind it everyday
at night the wolves howled from the top
and the eyes sleepless for a thousand years still gather more unease


set your vision as far as u can
the barren stones still stare back at you
the no-one animals ...the nobody furniture
.....echoing thro corriddors of oblivion
"Who are u? Who are you?"


Like diving at night into endless seas
Like put inside a capsule and exiled into space
Disappearing ..nameless...without a trace...

kichui likhte parchi na..onek chesta korechi onek rate...kintu sei kichui ase na mone....ta chara ar bidruho korar ichche nei ekhane..tai bod hoy kichuta lukiye achi. .shudhu jeno chup chap achi tai besh....aodbhut lage tokhoni jokhon rattire phire ese nijeke kichutei pai na...char te kheye ghumonor chara ar kono kicchui korar nei....porte jodi khub tragic lage tobe bhul korcho...ekhane tragedy kichu nei ....mane kiccchui nei tai hochche bapar....

jodi amader sob sopno ...obhiman...ek sada deyaler modhye aka ek bishal chobi....ajkal sei chobite ar chok pore na...ami ajkal shudhu pechoner deyal dekhte pai....ontoheen sada deyal....ar kichui nei....

ekta kobita lekhar khub chesta korchi ...lekha holei post korbo

KANIHA

rat charte ....ami ber hoyechi cigarette kinte
pot ghat nirjon...ekhane onek kak
tai shudhu kaker dake shochokito nirjon nioner aloy holud prithivi....akash dekha jai na...
chok pore shudu eka nion street lampe
dur theke beshe ase karkhanar onorgol sobdo


shokal charte te bhurar chayer dukan khule...
aj bhura ashen ni..esheche or chele
purono ekta cycle kore...
chokhe ghum or...or jonno ratro sesh hoye elo....
koto golper arombho o sesh
koto...golpo shuru hochche ...kaniha te..
jemon or jonno din shuru hobe..jokhon mar rat

ba amar jemon mone pore onek ager ek umednagar
onek dure dure dure...
or kichui mone pore na
or ghor to pashei

POEM 1

it so happens at times that
i know i m right
but have no idea how
only the sharpened gleaming edge remains
of a age old lone debate
its whole body disappeared
as if it were fundamental
out of nowhere, anyhow..
and i keep quiet...what else can i do?
such acceptance are commonplace now
and i retreat towards a ceiling fan humming room
which gives shelter from sun and cold