CURRAHEE

I am

Limitless like the sea;

Free me of those clutches,

No more of that scarlet blood

Reason is not the crux anymore

‘Tis insanity, it is the Serendipity

Fractured emotions and time

Only to split and merge again

You be the river that flows deep

While I shall be the mute ballad

In the chaos of thine eyes

You too shall fly, in sync

Don’t stop me, you can’t

I leave no footprints behind

Neither had I followed one.

You make your own history

Currahee!

I drink to thee

The night is lonely, so am I

Sans thee by my side

In the warmth of deluded love,

Let me die-you be my alibi

There’s pleasure in my woe

My silence moans in thy caress

There’s lust even in that whisper

And love that kills me with every fill

Let me drink from your lips

That cajoles me into here everyday

You soothe me like none else does

Your touch lingers a little more

When everything else wears off

There are no more boundaries

No lies that escape you, no love either

Beloved, your beauty is my joy

With you, I’m a poet; I sing aloud

Away from the crimson hues, I dance
Holding hands of my own shadow

In you, I seek peace…I smell death

And I plummet into depth unknown…

P.S.—I don’t drink !

LANDSCAPE IN MY MIND

In the rifts of my divided heart,
In the spaces between my occupied mind,
There lies a deserted land
Sand-duned, breathing heavily in oases.

It's not like the dry blood stains
But like the red-hued sunset of the evening sky!
It's not like the lurid yellow flower
But like the blinding sun of the blue noon sky!
It's not like love's passionate nights
But like afternoons spent on the banks of a silent river.

-Tezaswita

Tendrils of Love

While the rains lashed upon our roof,

A few saline drops melted in an embrace

And eyes conversed through tendrils of love;

Ours is a wild flower

The one you caress as a breeze

And before whispers blot the silence

Without a rush, let's steal a kiss...

In the still darkness of the night

Crumpled sheets tell a tale so different

Like when my fingers brushed against your palm

Amidst the hustle in the rickety bus

The mirrors lie, we've grown younger

Our hearts more vivacious than ever,

More than the mundane demeanour

The little fights spice it up and binds us stronger

Ours is a story too plain, and grey

Like my hair that separate each day

Paint it with joy, oil with care

Love's buttoned pain, together we shall share !

CHAOS

If without a roof, let the sky house you.

And the strikes of time clothe your dreams

Wander like the clouds, pregnant with thoughts

Of black and white threads woven together

In a mosaic of fabric that nestles the golden butterfly

Causing a chaos that shapes the destiny

Of a million drops that make up the ocean.

I await you

With your yellow photograph for comfort
And the old magazines, I still remember you,
Amidst the the silent humdrum of  Mumbai
A milieu of million dots, like us
Lost, without a second stare.
Unlike , the valley you loved
Wherein you're an unspoken memory
Lost to the greed of the red river
While you tried to cleanse its stains

Rains wash away your sins,they say
Was it your act of love they loathed?
Perhaps, peace pierced through their hearts
That you stand just a dissolved blot
 Night was their excuse and you brought'em sunshine
You deserved it,they would say
You wouldn't have understood their passion
And they couldn't allow your freedom
Why didn't you stoop a little,
"Adjust" to their demands, like everyone else did
When their sons preferred blood to vermilion
For ideals they're sure they knew best

Then, it happened what I dreaded most
T'was one of those stormy nights

When darkness throttled the sunshine

Like the clouds in the crimson sky

The lines hazy as ever, loosing away......

Your absence is still a nuisance to me
 I look out of the window for you, as a habit
My vermillion  shines yet as brightly
While my prayers still await you

p.s---Wrote after seeing an Assamese movie-Ekhon Nedekha Nodir Xipare (As the river flows)