Silence

An expression unspoken, unheard

An absence so profound

Neither rhetoric nor absurd

A conversation, without a sound

T’is silence, not words

Where solace I found.

Anger or hostility, I mean not

Nor an indifferent question I shot

In silence, I love thee

No jealous doubts to hurt me

Oh please, don't gawk

Don't destroy it by a small talk

For speech, perhaps it’s the end

Yet emotions coyly lurks in the bend

A noisy void or a silent scream

In solitude, no more a distant dream

In its essence, I dissolve

Thinking afresh, I evolve.

The failures and loss, I fear not

To tears, put up a stoic defiance

Yet I broke the silence

As I speak the words I jot

Dreams

The sound of silence I hear, I feel thy desire
A dream, the mind and the soul conspire
Rationale I search, for pragmatic I am
Seek the reality, delusion I condemn

Dreams I saw, when I was raw
I owned, though they did have flaw
The ones I get, aren't mine
I don't care even if they shine

You dream in bright red,
I'm just black n white, you said
Trying to find self inside a maze
I can only think of purple haze

Restless random thoughts I experience
With hope,lay them void of pretense
Am I living the dream?I feel dazed
Yet on my path,I walk unfazed

Shifting paradigms I observe
Desire the smiling curve,
If that I deserve !

Aaji Jau Moi Aguwai

Akaxot kheli luka bhaku
Daworor asolot mukh lukuwai
Aahe mur kaasi junti,
Dubahu meli, mur kaaxole dhopoliai

Xitol sawonir maajote
Khontekiya boroxunor obujon binoni
Agrahya kori, boi mur ashru dudhari
Paio heruwar bedonat,
Kimba odhir uttejonat

Kesa ghumotir maajote sikmikai
Smritie khela luka-bhaku
Nuwaro bujibo
Xeya bukur tez ne adhorua faku

Omanixar bukut mur guji,jabole diya
Diya xeijuri nilim nayan  or xex bidai

Xukaan botahe gai jua
Mur bedonar nirob gatha
Aji nibhaj boroxune niye musi
Joli sai hua hridoyot
Xisi diye axa kitupal
Jolai diye, agosi moromor bonti

Jabole diya, aji muk heruwai
Nidiba xohari, nidiba morom uburiai

Abelir rodalir misikonit
Nixar toralir sawonit
Bukur bixaad jai xokolu heraai
Xou hahir xathor bhangi
Andharor poth bhedi
Aji jau moi aguwai

Down,with love

Today was ‘the day’; they had waited too long for it. They talked, in syllables and blabbering interspersed between the momentary silences. Silence smirks; not for them. His sweaty forehead and her dilated pupils betrayed the emotionless expression they wore.  Their eyes stood transfixed, even as tiny tear droplets flowed down her face, melting away whims and rage. They’d been in touch, the calls becoming distant and mails more formal with time; excuse being the respect for private space. The meeting place-rather public and ordinary, conspicuous by its privacy, belied its specialty to them. As emotions rose and memories flashed by, she let out a hesitant sigh-only if it wasn’t for him! Time’s cruel and rather short, he believed it won’t ever end; she knew it will, soon. As distant eyes pried, he took out the white rose he plucked for her, reminiscent of those courting days. Shots froze the words, his emotions, yet again; he fell, while his blood painted the rose red. Passion did what truth had failed to. She took it, amazed by his calm face, a voice which bothered no more. Her heart let out a faint cry, yet all she could muster was a courteous smile and a customary ‘thank you’. Crumpled sheets, did what rose couldn’t; she cried, for even he knew the plan, yet chose to be down, with love

Drunk, am I?

Depressed and lonely, art thou?
Remember the good old times
Drink and make merry
To woes and enemies alike, bid adeiu

Life's short, couple hours' show
Pain and gambles, many they are though !
A peg scotch, one sip tequeila,some rum
Few beers, and a quarter vodka to sail you through

Melancholic tunes and your smile, just intoxicating
Sad movies and lonely times, I'm feeling
Away from the crimson hues, I dance
Holding hands of my own shadow

My mind soars high, in the clouds
Like a bird, I sing aloud
I try, to hug the silvery moon
As it drowns into the sea, so soon

Not for woes, not for love,I drink
I do, so that out of my senses I seem
And I can know where to blame things on
As I cork open unbottled poetry,spot on

One more round,few more shots
And in a moment of confusion,I'd be caught
I'll also think of things to say
From play, the fray to even e-bay

Today, here I'm, high on booze
Tomorrow, you'll find me in gutters
Stinking bad,low on wit, after hangover blues
But, all this would have been so true
Had I been since drinking
Ad not sit down to write poetry,after a sip of brue

I-ii

I'm bad, so much that even devils fear

I'm good, more than an angel appear

I'm black,I'm white

Colours never know my life's plight
They no more shine bright

Maybe just little shades of dark and light !

My hands,my legs are weak
No sprints, I fight no more
Fragile I may seem, yet agile I am
My spirit,however,crumbles no more
In its quest, free like the roaring shore !

With you, I smile

Why waste a tear, in moments  worthwhile !

Truth I speak, lies I despise

Yet wonder

Can above the rest, I rise?

Of my existence, no one else know
No fear, no tensions,no fake emotions to show
Maybe I won't reach the heights you achieved
But, I also won't drop too low

Average and mediocre I am, they say
Maybe unlike you, I can't make 'today' my day !

Sometimes, even I'm confused

Standing at the crossroads,which path to choose

Explore my chances, or walk down the used?

Things I do aren't perfect

Neither am I, as my flaws reflect

You aren't either, with due respect .

Imperfections I adore

For they're the results my actions bore

At times, even as I live, I die

A rather lifeless soul, I sigh !

I love life as much as its end
Even the thrills at the crossroads and bends
Knowing how
Even the spices of life,death blends