The Thief that likes Reading Books

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

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

Buy me a song tonight

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

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.

Johny Gaddar - Neatly Weaven Thriller

Wow.. What a movie.. A great thriller and great relief for bollywood after some continuous torture releases. You must have appreciated Sriram Raghavan for his Ek Hasina thi and he gives you now more reason to appreciate him with this movie.

A story about a gang who wants to crack a deal until one of the gang member decides to betray. The new comer Neil( singer Mukesh's grand son) is an excellent actor and he has proved himself with this movie. he not only has the looks but he has announced that he can act too.

The other actor who has left his mark with this movie is Dharmendra. his expressions are just apt and makes the audience realize that he is so much into the character.

Vinay Pathak has finally made his presence felt with this movie. the last time i saw him really doing something out of his role was in Water, but this time he looked so much involved in the character.

Rimi Sen is beautiful no doubt and has got some acting skilled but i really liked the other lady, ranvir's wife, forgot her name. She has surprisingly done a brilliant job. All the other actors were very much tailored to their character and end of the day everything looked so well for the movie.

As a whole a 3 and a half star for the movie and 4 for the effort. a must watch..

The Lift Man

In that not at all crowded lift,
You sit on the truth.
You do not have any series of question
‘You are Mum’
It does not make much difference
If you are deaf, dumb or blind.
‘You are old’
You will not be able to do much if the lift
Comes to an end someday.
The walls, the dust, the floor
The vacuum and that bloody long tube light
Loves you.
But the green grass hates you.
‘You need a replacement’
Someone strong to sop Tsumani
And someone soft to define my love.

There is not much difference
Between the Old Lift Man in NIMHANS
And God.

Bordua - Birthplace of Sri Sri Srimanta Sankardeva

Borduwa is the birthplace of Sri Sri Srimanta Sankardeva (1449 - 1568). He was a saint – scholar, social and religious reformer and a very famous personality in the cultural and religious history of Assam. His contributions in the field of literature and religion are now considered as the most vital possession in Assam today. He established many Xotros (Sattras - kind of monasteries), which are now the reservoir of the rich culture of Assam.
At the age of twelve, he wrote his first verse.

karatalakamala kamaladalanayana |
bhavadavagahana gahanavanasayana ||

On the way to Bangalore to Goa

Modern poetry is accepted if written better

"Modern poets seem primarily obsessed with using too intellectually ornate language (presumably to impress their academic scholars) which goes straight over the heads of the book buying public and alienates the majority of their potential audience. The public need something that they can relate to. There is nothing "new" on offer that captures the imagination, nothing to encourage, to inspire nor indeed (writing as an amateur poet myself) for us to aspire to. Andrew Motion's efforts to bring poetry to the fore deserve high praise, particularly given the material he has to work with. But the danger is that the public, will pick up a book by a modern poet deemed to be "good" only because it is better than the rest on offer, and will not look twice the next time a genuinely "good" poet is recommended to them."

(source: findarticles)

Hanger

The shirt hanger is so essential in my life.
For me, this hanger is so close to my heart.
This hanger holds tight my shirts always
Red shirts, blue shirts and black shirts too.
Shirts with one pocket,
Shirts with two pockets.

Sometimes a button gets detached
Sometimes two, from the shirts.
But the hanger doesn’t let shatter
My shirt’s existence.

And when the ceiling fan of my room
Starts moving,
The shirt shows its unstableness
It dances like a shameless.
But the hanger doesn’t let it fall down.

Today I don’t find enough words
In my library, to express the love for you.
Hanger, you are so close to me.

Why do I Love you

I love you a lot,
Coz you are beautiful.
However, like whom, you are beautiful?

You are not beautiful as life,
You do not seem to be beautiful as your soul too.
You are not beautiful as the green leaf
And you are not beautiful as your own picture too.

If being beautiful is eye’s ocean
And if beauty is lip’s opium
Then you are not at all beautiful.

But I wonder always, as I love you…
May be coz, you are beautiful
A beauty of your own.

Seems this time the River will Pass through her Courtyard

She has been waiting for quite sometime now.
It seems this time, the river
Will pass through her courtyard.

"Do you know, if the river comes this way,
It will wash away all the trees and your house too."
She is still waiting, seems the river will come this way.

She wants to lie down naked on the land today,
She no longer hates the dark clouds.
She wants the river to feel the
Ups and down of her body.
She wants to get lost in the waves of the river,
Let the river embraces her.
Kiss and suck her countless.
The slant of her breast
Might make the river come her way.

It was a heavy rain last night;
The leaves look greener.
The water level must have increased by now.

She is waiting
Seems this time the river
Will pass through her courtyard.

Pocket full of Lines

Once again, there lies a thin blanket
Of dust on the leaves.
Since couple of days my pocket seems so heavy.
Tonight I am planning of an operation on my pocket.
The pocket is still heavy.
There must be few centimeters of rain in it,
Not like Cherapunji though.
But just few drops of that rain
Which can drench me completely.
There must be some green leaves too
Which looks greener coz of fresh love.
Do you remember the last rain...i bought those clouds
For you in my pocket.
Do you still have the mark? My touch?

Last night I did an operation of my pocket.
The whole pocket was filled with lines and lines.
Not exactly a poem
But I call it a 'pocket full of lines'.

Statues in Akkashi Ganga... one and a half hour drive from Nowgown Assam

CYANIDE

Dial M for Murder - Movie Review

A great Hitchcock movie!!! undoubtly genius in thriller and a brave director who can dare to shoot the whole movie in just one room and still grab the attention of audience till the end. Usually directors want to spread up the stage play to many locations to give it a variety. I am sure while making the movie, Hitchcock was very confident about his capability to keep the audience' interest at the same pace till the show downs it curtain.

Well a very dramatic thriller and all the characters were up to the mark. Ray Milland who plans his wife (Grace Kelly) murder and was almost successful, when this smart inspector John Williams spoils the plan. John Williams who plays his role perfect and comes with the comic relief, which he was supposed to. The best part, which I liked, was the scene when Milland blackmails his old friend and compels him to murder his wife. Robert Cummings, Grace's lover didn’t have much to perform but justified whatever role he got.

As a whole a must watch for Hitchcock fans and thriller lovers.

Topic

Let’s talk about topic today.
She once said –
Normally we need a topic to talk.
But today let’s not pick a topic.
Let there be a topicless conversation.
(Sea doesn’t need to know its depth
And sky its vastness)

Whenever eyes starts speaking to each other,
The water takes the shape of the bowl.
The water never asks about its shape.
So, today, please don’t ask me-
What’s topic.
Let us just talk-
Today’s topic is – A Topic.

Those Women

The physical structure of each woman
I loved, were almost same.
But is her heart is as cool as
The stream flowing between the two hills.
She loved to eat snacks
She loved the fresh air
Streams and also rivers.
She was like a floating boat in the vast sea.
The other women loved to be like my mother
Loved to see deep into my eye
Loved mountains
Loved oceans
Loved my thoughts
Loved the sky and the sea
Where the water is still.
The island of many women are still uninhabited and unexplored.

Vah TAZ

A hot air balloon replica of Taj Mahal near the monument at Agra.

Mora Pagla, a Sadhu smokes marijuana at the Kamakhya temple in Guwahati, India

Cheeni Kam

Nice movie. Few things I liked about this movie:

1. Camera Work. Brilliant work
2. Tabu’s performance: Was thinking if there is any other actress in the industry that could have done justice to the role and I landed back to Tabu.
3. Amitabh's look: He looked terrific and handsome in some particular shots. Acting as usual superb
4. Dialogue delivery: Liked this new style of delivery in the movie.
5. Zohra and Paresh and Sexy : All are above par and great acting by everybody.
6. Sense of Humor: Humor is at its zenith

Few things I didn't like:

1. ‘Aapki muche bahut khubsurat hain’ these kind of dialogues looked very kiddish when you are watching a movie with high value of dialogue deliveries and great sense of wittiness.
2. That kind of dialogue delivery when it becomes long it sounds dragging.
3. The last scene when Amitabh was trying to convince Paresh Rawal was completely illogical. Not a single point was worth convincing for Paresh Rawal to allow his daughter to marry a 64-year-old guy.

But the way the point of human selfish nature is exhibited is really superb. Amitabh could have asked for Sexy’s life but he didn’t instead ask for Tabu. His later realization clarifies it to the audience making the plot open to people.

Bottom line is worth watching movie in a theater leaving back your morality stuff back home.

Peace seems to be so far.

What color of poem you are

If the first confusing feeling
Is poetry,
Then you are my first poetry.
But ...
What color of poetry you are?
This poem which was published in Shillong Bihu field
to the Central Library...
Those lonely lanes in Harisabha to
Those thin cables of telephone.
And those which were read by
Sleepless nights and confusing day lights
And...
The eagerness of meeting you
And the pain of its disappointment.

So what color of poem you are?
You seem to be the nadir of your kind.
The poem which could not be understood
By the poet himself.

Pursuit of Happyness- MOVIE REVIEW

“I Cried with Smith , I laughed with him”. That’s what exactly I did while watching the movie. Will Smith at his best in this movie. Gabriel Muccino’s one of the finest direction is Pursuit to Happiness.
The best part of the movie is the identification. Anybody who watches this movie can identify himself or herself in some point or the other in his or her life. He is a normal person who has bad days and good days in life but he still try to find joy in his bad days.
This movie is an inspiring and motivational one. It teaches us to try to be positive at every phase of life.
I would recommend this movie to anyone who is happy or sad or angry or frustrated or in love or in hate or who has just came to this world.. Must watch.. would like to cry and smile with will smith over and over again …

Babel-not at all confusing - MOVIE REVIEW

Saturday could not have been better with the movie 'Babel' playing in my room with my intimate friends around.

1st plot: Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett trying to break free (?) and goes on a long trip to Morocco.

2nd plot: An accidental firing by two kids of a goat herder results in political waves and swings across the nation.

3rd plot: In Mexico a Nanny of two American kids goes out to attend her grand son's marriage and series of unfortunate events follows.

4th plot: In Tokyo, a deaf and dumb girl(Rinko Kikuchi), battling with her isolation and cops looking out for her father who was a hunter in his young days.

And these four plots create the Babel where the director Alejandro Gonzalez stitches these 4 plots so beautifully that you are hooked to the screen till the end. Brad Pitt has justified his role for the moment he got as well Cate. Sign language was beautifully woven though I am not sure if the sub titles were there in the theater issue as I was watching a DVD.
Do not know if it was an intentional babel that the director wanted to create when Brad asks Cate discusses about her tensions - 'are you still tensed?.. Will you forgive me?..' No backdrop of the incident is given keeping audience in loop. Another incident when the Rinko (Tokyo plot) delivers a letter to the cop where the contents were not disclosed to the audience keeping viewers guessing.

The best thing I liked about this movie is that the plots were not kept till the end for a suspense revelation instead the plots were beautifully carried and revealed during the development of the movie. As a whole a nice Sunday movie to be watched with Dominos Pizza which you get really cheap now a days. ( Dominos guys - I should be paid for this advertisement - r u listening;-)

Abortion

When she fell in love,
Her shadow didn’t know it.
Neither the air
Nor the hearts near her.

When she expressed
The tempest echoed it
And she made a grave
Where she laid down her love.
She had an abortion
But the sleeping existence rebels
Like the tides of the sea,
And the bubbles of the rain.
Even knowing it’s a heinous crime;
It was indispensable.
She had an abortion
For a better time.

Sand in Goa is so Soft

Sand in Goa is very soft.
They are sometimes green
Like the fresh leaves-
They have a fragrance
Which is everlasting.

The fragrance sometimes dies
Maybe when she is unhappy
May be when she is angry.
But sand in Goa is very soft

I can embrace the sand
For long long hours
The sand penetrates and makes me feel
The presence of my own.

The sand in my life-
You have a sea beneath
I can see the sun rise
From your breast

Let me get drowned in the sea
With a silent tempest.
My life gets a re-birth.

Me , the grasshopper and my Mom

The grasshopper flies around and takes you back
To the lanes of childhood .
The countless kisses ,
And my face surmounted with her breast .
And one more sleepless night for her.
I gets lost in the dreams of innocence .
Now a days my eyes feels a lot
The presence of tears .
The silence in her womb
And the mental trauma of the contemporary ,
Searches for the grasshopper.

When the eternal gate opens for me someday
And if asked for a wish
It will you my MOM
As my mom forever

SCARS OF MY LIPS

Today there are not many people
In her courtyard.
Today there are not many stars
In the sky too.

Whenever those irritating evenings stares me,
She embraces me and
Embraced my loneliness.
You can feel my scar of lips in her
Ups and down of her breast.
That cup pf tea which has taught me
Few lines in life-
‘Sometimes the concentration of sugar and
Milk makes the tea taste bad.’
Someday I wish to see you naked,
And I want to feel all the complications
Of your body.

Java City, today I want to rest my
Head on your laps and
Want to cry and cry aloud.
I want to get lost in your womb again.

How Vast my Heart Should be

how vast my heart should be
to love you?
my heart has got a deep green scent.
i don't know whose scent is this,
it may be yours...
but why i do get a scent of green leaves sometimes
and of clouds too in my heart?

how many times I have to submerge the tea bags
in the cup of milk to bring the color;
I don’t know the concentration of sugar.

How vast the sky is that it can keep
Millions of starts in his heart.
And I just envy the sky who can keep
The star whom I love a lot.

I will ask the star tomorrow
How vast my heart should be to love you?

How Much i Love you

If ever the sky comes down,
Which I can touch by my hand;
Ill take some cloud and put it in my pocket,
And ill gift it to you so that you can feel the
Depth of the cloud and my love.
If ever you ask me how much I love you,
I wont be able to tell you.
Ill have to search something larger than the sky,
Something deeper than the sea
Ill have to run around like a nomad
In search for the words,
So please don’t ever ask me
How much I love you.