Beneath the ground- lies life or dead !!

As my thoughts rained onto you
My clouded mood gloomed thy spirits
-And I delivered those impregnated melancholies

...Which sprouted each grain of love
Saved for the next season

But, Worry not for the starving days ahead
For again the billows of desperation
Will strike the walled desolation
...for the torrential passion
To erode the strata of sheathed frigidity
..and germinate the solitary kernel, buried DEEP

The Day

The day I perish
Postmortem my smiles
Those fictitious ones
Which veiled those tears

The day I perish
Have mercy on my mischieves
Those naughty ones
Which made me survive some(more)years

The day I perish
Bury my talketiveness
Those unending words
Which meaninglessly invaded your silence

The day I perish
Forgive my confiddence
The upright smartness
Which forgot to seek your permission

The day I perish
Be kind enough-Not to wake me up
Just pat me your last lullaby...

PALINDROME

Seen the toil in a retired life
Sensed the nupital bond in the lifelong tussle
Got enthused through that postmortem report
Visioned through those non-reflecting eyes
..and thus seasoned to LIVE with the DEAD

...Who knows whether they are the 'shadows' of life ..or I, a 'phantom' myself ?

Oxymorons

A grief can be sarcastic
A smile can be tearful
A dream can sustain a life
A commitment can just be poetic


.....dedicated to the most awaited missed call or a small sms from the coveted person or just a tender leaf in a plant, which has enabled me to strive for the day

Introducing (Mrig)Thrishna

A grain of sand:

Which radiates hastily, and then gets condensed with the sunset, dry and coarse
The spiny cacti and wriggling arthopods are its vibration
The sandunes forms the undulating ripples
Hurricanes and sand storms are its spirit
Caravans and nomads are the visitors
Distant date groves forms its habitation
Oasis, its solace

...and its life- The Mirage

God knows.....

Hey Diabolic......

Dont take the trouble of calling me a friend
The God of passion will be angry with you-

Dont ask me to be formal for friendship's sake
The God of emotion with be angry with you-

Dont ask me to be crowded in deserted solitude
The God of tolerence will be angry with you-

I needed some space to nestle my vernacular feelings, that are rendered homeless...and you offered it by your own
I too was happy with the embryonic attachment, Now dont ask me for the rent, The god of mercy will be angry with you-
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Are you feeling sorry for me or afraid of the Saviour?
I assure, Though my heart is broken, the pieces are few :-)

Autonomy in Vaccuum

Some unbrushed though freshening conversations
Clinging to the 'you'ness through multitudes of barren episodes
A widowish pang of belongingness, clutching to your fair slender fingers
...and the sting of your love felt through the blue thread-knit three-holed buttons

The horizon beckoned - the meridien clear and stark
Yet as I stretched out for the clear sky - they were just pieces of clouds - niether clear nor dark

(the original bangla note)
Bashi mukhe shei tortaja bahukhoner kathapokathan
Na paowar gathagulor modhye kothai u(n)ki dei partheeber andolan
Sangsporsher ek korun abeg
Tomar farsha angulgulor modhye ek uplabdhito kompon
Trichidro oi botamgulor modhye bash kore jeno premer dongshon...

------ Buddha Poornima, 2011

The Munnar Rain(s)FALL

OH! my stars of destiny
Who've ceased to twinkle
..in my sky of luck..

When you fall as a ball of fire
you'll burn me too

but with the falling stars
I'll make my last wish -
- to hide behind the rain laden clouds
- and shower off all the odds and evils

Being so near to heaven
Falling so close to the earth
So blackened by myself...
...That you stars, would not dare shine anymore

The thunderous lightning would dazzle me hard
The thunderbolts would would whip me
To FALL FALL and just FALL....

Just grant me this wish my FALLing stars, that I too have the luck to FALL.

peace by piece

Vacuum never exists.......darkness is an imagination....
Red n green? mere conception .....hyphenated by speed, doppler effect!
Life?... summation of partial differential equations....unsolved....unresolved.... inequality keeps questioning.....yet, imagination triumphs.....the immaculate sky turns out to be your veil....translucent.....and me?..... a shooting star.....intangible...sailing through the nebula

Night after night I hear myself say ...
Why cant this feeling just fade away ...
There is no one like you ... you speak to my heart ...
Its such a pain, to be zones apart ...