Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The Son of Man

I am the Son of Man
Then, what is my temperament?
Am I born?
Or, still unborn?
I can’t figure who am I?
I am the Son of Man!!!

I am the diasporic thought.
I am the exiled of your.
I roam through those lands
Which has been declared barred.
I am your neglected evil…
U can search me on the internet
Or search me in libraries, and
Watch me in theatre,
Or, some movie.
Still don’t know who am I?
You better know who I am.
I am the Son of Man!!!

Please tell me who am I?
Please tell me who am I?
I really don’t know who am I?
Because, I am the Son of Man!!!

Saturday, December 12, 2009

An Ode to the Multiple-Incarnations of my Beloved. (A Poem in Three Parts)

I. The far past….

Again in my bedroom
I found my love
Shining like a bright pearl.
As the ocean beneath the Sun.
My love; my Poetry
I found thee again.
Your radiance is so strong
Like a burning flame
In the distance so long
To capture the flame;
And to rule the throne.
I entered my bedroom upstairs again
Your tantalizing body under my linen sheet
As perfect as the rhymes of Pope
Baffled me to enter or to stop.
You lied face down
With your back open
Arms spread on the ground
To grasp me fully into them.
“The pain of loving you
Is almost more than I can bear”
Chants Lawrence in ‘A Young Wife”
My truest desperations in delight.

Should I move close to you?
Or should I not?
Should I touch your Wordsworthian skin?
And snatch the nature from his flesh.
To grasp the Universe and create it afresh.
Will you then be back from your sleep?
Ambiguity endures deep into my breast.
And then,
I will lose my Trance.

I am climbing Mount Everest
Commemorating Byron’s Womanizing eloquence
You took bath in the beauty
Of sorrow,
Delight, and
From Beowulf to the present time
Moulding its structure.

My room is gleaming
Never have been so luminous before
Her body bright
All the spectators are in pure delight.
Her intriguing,
Beautiful, and
Elegant form.
Alluring me to touch thee
And then I will be ostentatiously free.
Free from all bondages of ‘Tradition and the Individual Talent’
My salient motive will be then
To further seduce this temperament.

I moved towards her, and
Touched my white linen sheet.
I sprayed my hand
On the naked back of ‘Christabel’
My heart is throbing twice, thrice….
My hands are trembling
As cold as ice.
Finally, I have touched thee.
And I entered the Trance of my Trance.

II. The near past...

You gazed directly into my eyes.
I can search the treasures beneath the chambers of the sea.
Holding my hands, and
Leading me deep into the depths.
Your touch is tepid
So soothing.
So relaxing.
Amalgamating me into your cast.
I am trying to rise out of my inside.
But then, I will lose my double Trance
And my heart will mourn at this demise.
Your lips are coming close to mine
I have to close my eyes
To enjoy the ecstasy of the infinity of my Trans
You Poetry is my truest muse.
As you blessed Milton.
Bless me the same use.
Our breathings are colliding.
Our lips are eating the distance.
Oh! My Mephistophilis!
I might come!

III. The present…

Enduring love is perpetual
Like a persistant tree,
Who’s branches are endless in the sky
Showering eternal and
Ceaseless droplets.
The unending,
Nature of love distinguished it
With all other bonds.
I just only wanted to tell her…

I my room
Darkness resides.
I saw
A night watching me,
In the dark.

Friday, September 25, 2009

One Night Stand

The music was Jazz at that late hour
In the party of Mr. John.
The mood was tempting,
But much alluring was the shape of that Glass.

At the bar counter, drinks were served
Whiskey, Rum and Cola.
But more enchanting was the shape of that glass
Who bears the shape of Aphrodite.
The excitement evoked so strong.
I tried hard to suppress it.
I even walked out of the party that time
Tried hard not to relate my passions with that.

That much strong was the web of that Seductress Glass.

While driving on the lonely road
With no moon light at all.
Darkness was so much occupied outside
Endeavouring to break the panes of my window
And trying to amalgamate me into itself.

Somewhere in the ruling Darkness
A blonde seductress was standing.
I tried to stop.
But I crossed her.
Without showing any sign of notice to her.
And few steps ahead
I braked.
She came to my car
I opened the door
She stepped inside
And closed the door.

I didn't inquired about her destination
Neither she told me herself.
I was endlessly driving for hours
On the road to eternity.

She was sitting next to me
But we didn't exchanged a word,
The mood was soothing
So much relaxing
I can feel her warmth next to me.
We were actually communicating
With our own pre-language stuff.
Our eyes met, and suddenly
Got distract
In a glimpse of a sec.
I watched her lips,
My eyes praised her alluring neck.
She was wearing sultry Red
Like an enchanted mistress.

I stopped my car in the middle of the road
And gave her the staring wheel.
She drived for an hour
Then parked the car
In front of an abandoned house.

The night was getting icier
With the passage of time.
We embraced each other
And walked inside that coquettish house.
My hands were holding that glassy waist
Reminding me of that Glass
Having similar shape.
The only difference from that time is that
Now I really want to drink
The Whiskey inside.

We entered the house and
Jumped to bed.
I discovered
I am a womanizer.
She took my hand
Onto her lap.
I was caressing her soothing lingerie.
She kissed on my neck.
Oh my Gosh!!!
My eyes rolled back.
A sudden sensation spreads
And for the first time ever
I witnessed the taste of femme fatale.
I moved towards Hedonism.
We maintained that pose whole night, I suppose
Next morning I found
That womanly Glass was sleeping with me on my bed......

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A Walk on the Road

One year is going to past
Only one month and six days are left
You my brother is still residing in my heart
Pacing my heart beat count to one thirty, one fourty, one fifty....

My eyes are closed
My senses are evoked
feeling your warmth
within my mother's breast

seclusion is not a pain for me anymore.
Waiting for your love,
for your care, and
your melodious voice
calling 'BHAIYA....' once again
does not leave me to cry and to mourn anymore.

When i walk through the streets
once again in the evening.
A sweet wave smoothly brushes my cheek and
whispers into my ears and says
'Hey dear BHAIYA....someone is missing and
wishing for your luck'
A sensation,
then temptation,
and then contemplation 
covers my body,
heart, and
to possess and
then repress
to preserve
the sweetness of my love
for you only for you
my love.

on the middle of the road.
My eyes are rolling back
harmoniously with my neck.
I can smell the heavy smell of you
which has traveled across the distance of time
to reach to me and then
say to me
'that my sweet Bhaiya!
I am here and
I am back.
I am here and
I am back.
I am here and
I am back.'
Love you Nayan....

The Time is Gone

the time is gone, only memories are on,
making the way for you 
to step into new world,
of profit and delight, where you may 
see me stand there, right there my love,
where you have left me,
to live in pain, and disdain
within me of losing you so unexpect'dly, 
i'm hold'ng up my outbr'st 
of love, of emotion, of care.
for you, only for you
my sweet little brother,
do come back soon, do come back soon, 
please do come back soon. i miss you........  

An Apology for a Night Call

I am happy 
You didn’t call me tonight.
Moment, which was ours,
You left me alone
To wait for you for hours.

I am waiting for your call.
You are busy with other talks.
I am venerated,
And, crowned
With all the jewels of foolery trademark.

The Cat is sitting
Adoring the Moon.
The Moon is gazing
Back to Cat.
The Stars are burning
With jealousy
And revenge.
They are feeling cheated
With love romance
Of Moon and Cat.

Stars are my friends.
Let me flirt with them.
If you won’t call me
I’ll relate my passion with them.
They are alone
And I am depressed.
They need someone
And I am with them.

The Wind is our medium 
For me to reach them.
Then I don’t have to wait for you
As I’ll have them.
If you may think
How will I converse with them?
As they don’t know my language
And neither did I.
This case is very critical
And won’t last long.

Language is our myth
Which has certain limits.
Truth is our emotions
And Love is the true bond.
Now, your call is coming
But its too late for me to attend.
I am busy in flirting 
With wind, Stars and all.

Wind is rolling
With shivering breeze she moans,
With orgasmic pleasure
Of love between
Me and Stars.
If you can hear her
Hear her sing the song.
A whisper might come to your ear
If you will feel the ecstasy
Of my love with Stars.