On A Snowy Evening

On a snowy evening, when the sky inclined grey blanket over the tranquill stream and the Venus stared static, you came with fragrant steps that heard the unwind leaves and unnamed flowers of the bank of silent river : and you stopped beside, I considered; you looked with your golden eyes that unprecedented look, I felt. Your lips unbound how that I supposed to be spellbound and could smell the guardian of your lids over the eyes, so sensuously that hardly occurred past thousand years. The darkend stream witnessing the solitary momentum of love.

Smell

Whenever I recall my childhood, I can smell the smell of those missing smell : Kanak Kanta & Oly I used to - to perfume my days as they had the smell of fragrances; jasmine oil used to bath; and used to fill the autumn dawn with Shiuli flowers dropped and felt the yard with the message of advent - advent of Durga Puja; strolling village markets and smelled the mixed smell of mustard oil, bath soaps and coconut oil; childrens park filled with the smell of dust and bushes - bushes of marigold, loved the smell of its leaves; small railway station with asset of steam engines and unparallel smell of its smokes, just thrilling experiences of boarding ticketless and irritation of eyes with particle of coals inside the smoke; whenever I recall my childhood, I can smell the smells of these missing smells that hardly to recover.

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?