Someday Try to Love Someone Like I Do

Tonight the full moon shines like never before
The milky evening peeps through my window
And says “ Why awake?
Let your eyes close and you float.
The moon in your dream is far beautiful than
The moon in my lap.
She will stay always close to you
And would never go away when the dawn breaks”
I steal some light from this evening tonight
Take it in my blue bowl
And when I see a vivid reflection of mineI reply
“ I don’t dream now a days,
And I have started hating onions”
Someday, try to love someone like I do.
It hurts when dream breaks.
But I encounter truth today
Where I smile when I see you.
Come tonight in my dream again
I will embrace you like the blue sky cuddle the moon tonight

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.