Sunday, July 6, 2014

Where have you stored your dreams Enazori?

Where have you stored your dreams Enazori?  
In your palms or betwixt your sharp sword edged eyebrows?
In between your strawberry fingers or beneath  
Your coiled naval painting?   

Where do I go around searching your trances Enazori?  
Last night I kept my ears on yours,  
To listen through the hollowness  
And also plunged in your brown eyes -  
A stream of fantasy touched every wave of my soul.  
Now I want to store your dreams in an app of the iStore.   
Want to create a blueprint of your dreams  
And would knot it to your Ma’s Sador.    

Tomorrow when it rains will play the seventh string of my guitar  
And will do it every evening when it rains.   
When the summer heat will soak your Ma’s Mekhla Sador,  
Will make her listen to the lyrics of your whimsical dreams.      

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Dear Enazori, From Ma

Dear Enazori

We bought a piece of land few days back
Dry and barren
The color was almost like the color of my mom's cheeks
Some vermillion mixed with a pocket full of sunshine

The waves of your tiny legs 
Shiver each of my aspiration. 

Now a days I have started painting:

The brush picks up many beautiful colors
To measure your length and breadth. 

You must have felt a green leaf sometimes
On your legs or on your forehead.
Waiting to paint you green
The green leaf too waits with the dawn and dusk. 

One day when you arrive will make you understand
How many times, even I had the shade of this green leaf. 

When you come, the rain drops will make my barren land smile. 

From Ma

Friday, September 13, 2013

Kingstork - Goa 6th July 2013

A handful of breeze whispered
And posted me about you.
You must be now amused with your soulful dreams;
Or must have stretched your both hands,
To fondle the golden rays of early sun
From our confused and messed up balcony.
The balcony where the white and grey pigeon 
Plays with her own dusky feather.
I am not doing anything like this.
Goa 6th July - why do I feel a less of everything in Goa this time –
The sand being dark like the remote clouds
Cuddled in anticipation but to burst.
Why do I feel that the waves do not intend to welcome me?
The sea has always been a witness
Of your fascination towards her
(She is yet to know your steady dislike)
Is it that the waves in Goa usually sense people
Who come with a heavy half heart?
Or maybe she is just teasing me;
So that I keep roaming around 
with the same damp and heavy heart.
Tonight it’s going to be a heavy rainfall in Goa and
I plan to get drenched.
Who knows, the rain drops might bring some news 
about you 
like the handful of breeze.

Monday, December 24, 2012

I Plan to Steal a Guitar Tomorrow


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.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

The Squirrel

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.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Today, When I was Coming Back

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.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Old Wooden Bed

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.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Tumi Shramik Hoiu Premik

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!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

FullStop

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?

Sunday, November 14, 2010

A Beginning


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

BURDEN by Shobha Goswami

One of Shobha Goswami's finest paintings that I am so impressed with that at the first glance I could not resist myself linking it to my blog. She is one of the finest painters in the contemporary times and who is highly inspired by Nature's beauty. To know more about her works please click NISARGA Art Prints

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In one of the rooms of mine he studies,in another one he takes his meal, in one of them he sings ,sleeps in the other. He rents all the four rooms of my heart He is none but sorrow. - Nilim Kumar

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