That Girl

That girl, that little tiny girl loves to come often in my house and ask what have we been. She is very cute but a bit logical in all of her findings. So I feel amuse and reluctant to reply. She is very inquisitive and I'm mischievous. Hence she went in vain!

26/11 : Let There Be No More Bloodshed

A night, a horrible night full of terror and bloodshed that years to remember : but we don't like to watch it further, so let there be no more bloodshed.

Waiting For The Train : A Poem For You

She is waiting for the train,steady, conscious, a bit shy, but not so embarrassed; and I have seen a fairy, a marmaid, looking so bright even at its dark complexion, not so surprised as she was aware of my presence, just right round her head, and I overwhelmed with an uncanny joy on her recognitions.

Child Like A Flower : A Poem For You

You're a child, like a flower - just blossomed; you have the fragrance of nature, just like a flower in the garden of heaven, and you've the right to live with full dignity and honour in this beautiful world; but, the cruel world don't give you the right, - so, stand up and raise your voice 'cause this is the day of yours - it is the day for you!

Passion 3 : A Poem For You

She's on my lap, hugged and I can feel the heat, pleasant; I kissed her with a lust that she's an ocean full of flowers: her lips I suck as it is the last time I can; And she 's trying to hold mine as that is her right, so tight that painful for me, as well as uncanny. I grip the nipple with a hope that it can absorb the whole thing that I have; and she mouth my down to lick the cap with a gentle posture.

Passion 2

I want to unveil the secrets you've nourished for me, lethal, deadly, and even not so palatable for me; but it my desire to do something with my nails, poisonous to destroy secrets you have, gentle and beautifully kept within you; I'll discover the hidden land floated on your ocean, lustrous and even serene, as the heaven it for me and never intend to return.

I Have A Dream

I have a dream of a stream which is so slim, that I can touch, that I can feel with a fingertip.# Stream flows on its way never care for its lover, but I share, but I care what it tells to the banks.

Comeback

Remember that girl - that little tiny girl, whom I adore, and whom I missed; as she went to her village some days ago, and I thought she gone for months. But she come back, and smiled to meet, playing with her mate. I feel so happy to see again, as I lost something of my like and found unexpectedly.

To John Keats

Whenever I see a thing of beauty, I remember you and your luminous presence enlighten me with a new feeling that I can see the thing within beauty itself. Whenever I listen a song full of sorrows, I remember you and your romanticism fills a new but not so unfamiliar fragrance within the song to make it sweet too!

John Keats - grave in Rome

John Keats - tombstone in Rome

Staircase to KEATS room

John Keats's house

John Keats - life & death mask

John Keats - the great romantic poet

You Are With Me

You are with me - you are with me now, after long days - those vacations plunged me, distressed, abandoned, with a great maroon that one hard to realize- although you have had enjoyment that you deserve, solely and silently without forgetting me, perhaps you were trying to realize my loneliness - protected by my solitary griefs and even felt my dedication for you 'cause you're my soul, you are my sole surround that I ever feel within my heart.

Running Through The Light

The girl, the little tiny girl - I told about, went to her native village last night, with her mother. It is the time of their festival, the great festival, for which they wait a year and she will come back after seven months! What a long time one can imagine! As I like to talk to her, as she gives her precious smile to meet... And she came last night to say goodbye to me. She looked so happy as she's going to her home - delightfully. I saw her again on the way, running and threw the very word in the air for me :"goodbye"... I stopped to see back her running, - she changed her casual dress and wear the only dress, the only yellow dress her mother has given, which I have seen, last night, for the first time. I felt her great joy by wearing the sole new dress and happiness to seen it me. Pondering this new thing, sorrowfully I returned home that I would miss the girl for a long time.

Looking In The Dark

She is looking in the dark, trying to declare her entity to an unknown sailor or a globe trotter, who use to find tiny joy from a futile. The man looked her, indifferent look, with no sign of recognition; but engraved the picture inside his mind forever, that she is looking forever someone who knew her, met her frequently here or there, but not met for the time being or trying to evade. Perhaps her look was sad or inquisitive, - the man didn't know as she was looking in the dark. Whether the man wait for the next meeting with her or try to find her here and there? Or simply ignore?

Blame

It is the fate, it is the fate of my days, - every stepping raise its fingers to me: that I'm the culprit, all the mishaps all happenings, cruel or worst, - due to for me... due to for me; I'm irresponsible! my ill luck I irresponsible to my nearest one. But I do care for those ultimate blames, I feel for that, sad, sarcastic, burn. Whenever I think all are going to be right, - someone or somebody raise fingers with a blackish blame.

Passion

When the wind blows within sticky warm, you comes to me, slowly, sit and stare with tender eyes, monalisa smile hangs from your lips, misty locks kiss your chicks, - say some words without saying... and I look you feeling within mine. When the dusk come with a pale pallet and loneliness grasps all the day's earnings - you comes to rejoice the dampened mind and slowly, sit, adore my chicks with your fine fingers and I feel certain senses within my self, - I try to hold thy hand with my shivered tips... When the sky wear the stole of the light of full moon and the night queens float its drunken fragrance - you comes to me in the bare ground, slowly, lay, just on me, - I feel your bare breasts on my naked chest, breathing summer noon like, you just kiss my lips and I feel your lower secrets with that of mine...

A Girl, A Little Tiny Girl

A girl, a little tiny girl, knows household works, but at the same time play with her pals. Mother works with a family, do their household job. Poor, but rather happy with her job, I think. The girl comes to my home often, I like her attitude and love to watch her works. I don't know her name, but delight to see her on the way. Before the festival, I asked her "how many new dresses have you this festival?" She replied "one". The word strikes me -"ONE"! only one! But I feel some unknown happiness to learn - the girl, the little tiny girl has atleast 'one' new dress to wear during festival. But hundreds of thousands of girls did not have new dresses to wear during festival. They are poor, they are distressed...

Share

Plunged with great sorrows for the recent past, drowned in the ocean of griefs for the recent past... Untill I know the love has to share, untill I know the passion must have layer... to be happy always with all might I have, to find out joy with all could I had... 'cause the world is so beautiful to live in with all - solitary grief, solo sorrows never to be mean.

Eternal Mother

The train is coming - rail gate down - some people waiting for the train to pass - I was among them. A lady was there - black clothes but smile on her face was bright... "come on, come on" the lady asked... I looked at the lady - the train is passing the gate and I saw with great joy and surprise that she was trying to see her child the real train passing by... a rare smile on her face disclosed the heavenly joy that she was getting... Oh mother - eternal mother - nourish your affection, keep your attention, cherish your joy forever... forever...

Fulfilment

What I said that day about my dislike - rectified you, what I told that day about my annoyance - modified you... and I am so happy that have no word to say.

Joy In The Sky, Joy In The Wind

Oh! Joy in the sky, joy in the wind - birds chirping on the branches of trees - how lovely sight everywhere. It's a day full of joy for us - we have broken the bindings of home and became free, we are again vagabond today and will fill the world with the tune of songs,- we are so happy to recall the past days... those happy days...

I didn't...

I didn't like the way you appear that day, I didn't like the circumstantial evidences you surrounded - it looked like a drama delivered by a third grade poet - it looked like a trap something ridiculous way... rather you could give me your same unique look, rather you could pass pretending unnoticed me... I didn't like your leaving me behind, I didn't like your settings of a trap - it looked like a friend betrayed at all - it looked like to take vindictive revenge... rather you never come before me... rather you never come before me...

Peaceful

("Our sweetest songs are those that tells of saddest thought." -John Keats) she is in my heart, she is in my mind, and when i think of her, she comes somewhere to bring peace in my grief... She is in my days, she is in my nights, and when i think of her, she comes somewhere to bring light & shade... light that we want, shade that we know. She is in my thought, she is in my job, and when i use to turn down her, she comes to console me and remain with her abstract presence. when i think that i should forget & forgive her - she comes in my mind and never approve or deny my perspective but remain aloof, indifferent. she is with her intuitive presence and shall be there in my heart not as usual or usefully, but peacefully forever...

Me And My Loneliness

Me and my loneliness use to say me always - she is nowhere, nowhere in the road, nowhere in the home and she forget to call me that I should come and give a company... that she take my side and chat with me, give her look to me off and often, smile to hear my whispers and say not to say feeble, walk with me with a perfect rhythm and hold the umbrella with her first finger keep upside, her locks swinging with the wind and I stare and stare untiringly... but she did not come - she did not come aside and walk, did not give her precious look and smile, so her brownish locks did not swing in the wind and so I did not hear from her any so words... and I found myself alone in midst of road - alone and aloof as forever.

Farewell My Love

I Love you from the deepest corner of my heart, I want you from the farthest desire-land of my mind- but... someday I realized that you don't, someday I came to know that you don't. So... my heart is broken in some way or other, my mind beame shattered in some way or other, but I have no grief or sorrow, I have no repentance or envy, But, I have the feeling of freedom, I have the enthu of zeal, 'cause... from now on I can live my life of my own.

Love Is Like A Flower

Love is like a flower which can never be replaced by any other means - fun friends money and so on... Love is like daffodils - staring on the familiar face of the beloved, over whom one can spare the replacements - happily!

O MY LOVE

O dear you are my heart throb, you are so sweet and hearty that I like, you are so gentle and romantic that I adore, thus you live in my day and night like a dream.

By The Way...

Whoever done the best? Is this a puzzle or riddle, I do not know But when the things go in its way... By the way... It has done the best.

To The Unknown Sailor

O sailor! From where you come and to where you go? I wonder, you have the wander by whom the solitary walker may find the magic compass and discover the path which goes to a mystery land that one never goes.

Sunday

Today is Sunday Sunday is fun day whatever it may be. Today is Sunday tomorrow Monday oh - working day!

Beauty Of A Tulip

Tulip a flower of beauty elegance and tenderness, so I like it very much. It has a very rare look which other flowers dont. When it blossom in the land of cultivation or in a bunch, then its beauty is more sober as it has vivid colours. And when someone comes with a beauty like tulip, - then I feel the same feeling as to see a bunch of tulip.

Breath In The Sweet Smell Of Happiness

It's green and green all over... Leafy... Watery... And the heart is full of joy, listening the sweet songs of humming birds... Laying on the bed of fallen leaf, hear the twittering of "did-u-do-it?" somewhere in the forest - I can breath in the sweet smell of happiness... all in the mundane world of concrete forests.

When The Heart Is Full Of Joy

Time is the healer - I believe in these words, but there are more things in our heart which we may not believe but I do believe... It may mere a thing or something we dont know, it may some colour or colourful heart, it may a rare smile that nobody's property except mine, it may a presence of graceful sense or it may something I too unaware... Whatever it may be - where the mind is full of joy, then whatever name you can give it - it is always the same.

Clouds

The clouds of yesterday are still there, the sorrows of mind are still there, - fostering them with a heavy heart with a faint belief that the proverb may come true: time is the healer!

Where The Mind Is Without Joy

Where the mind is without joy- where the joy is hard to grab- where the grab is out of reach- then how can one be in search of joy! Where the surroundings are full of envoy- full of sorrows & agonies- where the sorrows are unbearable - and agonies untamed- then how can one be in search of happiness!

Smile

In the rainy morning, going to the station, with an umbrella with a little hope to see her at the station and she is there with a smile assemble of four eyes.

Twilight Of A Cloudy Day

Twilight of a cloudy day comes with a maroon message of saddest thoughts, twilight of a cloudy day comes with a dim light that is not so dreamy, but it often reflects the resemblance of a thousand years old misty dusk when someone have had to keep promises, when someone have had to meet someone witha little romance and delight - but the promises remain unkept... but the meeting remains withheld.

Waiting For The Train

I was standing on the road waiting for the train and it was raining and I was waiting for the train
waiting that she come and expectations were so high that I couldn't resist myself to wait for the train in which she use to come. But when the train arrived and the last passenger left the station and the train was departed for the next station, my heart was broken with utter despair to discover that she did not come...

Forever... Forever

You are my heartthrob, since my childhood as the matinee idol; not only for your gracious presence or your talent: but you have a heart & soul just like me, you are a common man as I am, you have all the good and bad as I have; and that is the cause of my love and reverence for you though you are nowhere for the last twenty nine years - still you ARE in my heart FOREVER... FOREVER. (in memory of UTTAM KUMAR, the legendary film actor of Bengal).

FOREST WEEK

I am writing now for the Forest Week (14-20 July) exclusively.

She Is The Green

When I was looking for her on the way, she was just in front of me fifty meters away and I became a follower in such a way that she would not to my closest but not too far away.

Green House

I dream a gren house where no one can be stranger no one can be hostile but all would be familiar all of them friendly. When I dream a green house it might be free from green house effect and must be green in its true sense.

Go Green

Vanish all the colours banish all the colours for sometime and then go green for the time being 'cause its time to love the green... only the green. (Forest Week)

GREEN DREAMS

I often think of some green dreams that might come true in its true sense : to survive for a better place to live in , to survive for our better doings , to survive only for the fresh greens .

I want to say

Something poetically.