The Molten Eye

She wanted a candy-floss

Her father had other ideas,

Too much candy was not good for a child!

She begged,

Threw tantrums,

Tried to hit her father.

He gave her a cold stare,

He shouted,

He tried to convince her.

And finally,

Her ears went red,

Her lips folded,

And her eyes melted…..

She tried,

And cried,

Till all the eyelids became soaked in tears,

Till her nose ran,

And till she won

A father’s heart and a candy-floss.

He who lost his senses

You emerged,

Bathed in élan,

From a molten pot of moonbeam,

Like a tiny bird,

Who has lost its path in the garden of Dahlia.

You danced, you laughed, you talked,

You walked,

All the way from heaven to hell,

Dragging me with you,

Holding me clumsily on my wrist.

I couldn’t speak a word,

I was awestruck!

And then I woke up one day,

To find the rose withered away,

The thorn pricks my heart,

Day-in and day-out…

The Wait

Arjun had already waited longer than expected,
He was getting anxious.
The excitement he had come with had faded,
He has already taken a stroll across the mall thrice.
He looked up his watch yet again.
But she was no-where to be found.
He tried to ring her again,
The same old, dull, monotonous voice said,
“The mobile number you are trying to reach is currently switched off!”

Monotosh looked up at the sky,
It was getting dark,
He knew he could not wait much longer,
But somehow, he did not feel the urge to return,
His eyes were fixed on the distant horizon,
Where the river met the sky,
Hoping to see a boat emerge,
With a lady draped in sky-blue saree.

Arjun went into a coffee shop,
Took a sip into a cup of creamy hot coffee,
And looked around the shop.
He has a habit of looking into good looking women
Through the corner of his eyes,
He could see none now,
So sort of he became bored
And thought whether he should go back home!

Monotosh washed his face in the waters of Matla,
And sat down
Leaning on a Debdaru tree,
He took a biri out of his pocket,
And searched for the lights.
Finding none with him,
He went over to ask for one from the old majhi-bhai
“Waiting for someone Master-moshai?”
Only a gentle smile was what Monotosh could offer!!

Could Nilanjana be called as her first love?
Arjun tried to think hard.
It was right after the Madhyamik
That they got acquainted,
Before her all the women Arjun had liked
Were more like mere crushes
But with Nilanjana, it was different
Much different,
Concluded Arjun,
Standing on a empty parking lot,
Smoking a cigarette.

When was the last time Monotosh had seen Lopa?
Three years, four years?
When she left for the town college,
To live with her boro-mama in the big town,
He had felt bad,
Why should she leave her?
Why didn’t she want to live in the gram with her,
He thought she would ask this to her
But never got a chance,
May be today,
When he sees her again,
He will ask her.
Or may be not,
Let the by-gone be by-gone
And never return.

When first Nilanjana had added him on FB,
He was a bit surprised,
A bit pleased as well.
It’s been a long time,
So when she said she would come down to Kolkata
All the way from LA,
They thought of meeting each other
To refresh the old memories
If not Love.

The peon came as a pleasant surprise,
Lopa coming back after so long a time,
How can Monotosh not go to the ferri
And pick her up.
And now the long wait is about to end,
As he can clearly see a boat,
A lady sitting with an open umbrella,
Moving towards him slowly.
Monotosh looks on with eager eyes.
The majhi struggles slowly,
Yet gently across the river,
His heart beating fast,
He taking long and frequent puffs of the biri.

“I am sorry”, applogized the Arjun,
She had accidentally bumped into a lady,
As his eyes were moving around searching for Nilanjana.
“It is alright”, replied the lady,
She picked up her hand-bag and got going.
She was not looking very comfortable
Among these classy big town people
Thought Arjun,
But still he could not keep his eyes away,
As he looked into the lady-in-the-sky-blue-saree
Disappear in the cloud!!

Monotosh does not know why Nilanjana-didimoni
Has come to this god-damned village,
What pleasure she finds looking after the nutrition
Of the half-fed kids,
Why she left her home
Her comforts of America,
He only knows,
That he likes her somehow,
Only deep down in his heart,
The space which Lopa used to have
Before she failed to show up
On the banks of Matla.

He who became famous!!!

Can you play the flute?
I asked him....
He was stunned!
I took away the flute from him...
And ran
And ran till I had no more breath left in me.
When I stopped,
I saw Time has also come to a halt.
The flute player has died years back
And I have come so far,
That I can never ever get hold of him.
I blew wind on the flute,
Hoping that I would play like him,
But it was not be!!!

The man who jumped from a roof

I fell
Like a leaf in winter,
Slowly....yet surely,
On the barren earth,
With pain in my heart,
And tear in my soul.

How many times I have dreamt of this day,
This fated day,
I have thought of kissing the earth on touching it,
Of spreading my arms far,
Feeling the ruggedness of soil,
Of leaving a teardrop in the sand,
Of embracing the dust....
But today,
As I float with the wind,
Slowly towards my destiny,
I am afraid,
Afraid of death.

I feel like remembering the day,
When I was a child;
Lying cozily on my mother's lap,
When I was frightened by the spider
Climbing up the wall.
I killed it with a slap of shoe,
Eight legs smashed to the wall,
With all his memories, dreams and desires
Turning into a grey lump of skin.
I remember the time,
I went to the fair,
And was lightened up by a candyfloss seller.
I bought one
Relished it
And threw away the stick
Never knowing I won't be having one ever after.
I remember the dance I had with you
To a Elvis Presley song
Burning with desire,
Thinking of spending the entire life with you....
Those are past,
They will always haunt you
And never return to your laps.

Now, I get the smell of asphalt,
I know am close to the ground,
May be just a few moments to go...
I will lie on the ground,
Existing no more than the spider I had killed.
I close my eyes,
Tightly
And hope for an angel to appear,
And save me
Rescue me
Take me back to the dance
I had with you....
I breath deep,
I feel my heart still running fast,
My brain still trying to think,
My hands looking for support...
I exist still,
As yet the soul has not left the cage..
But how long????
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Untitled

I saw him writhing in pain,
With dust in his eyes,
And blood on his mouth.
I saw him crying
Desperate to escape,
He was on the sea shore,
A cigarette still held on his hand.
I picked up the gun once again,
And shot him,
And shot him till he was dead,
I took the cigarette from him,
I smoked,
I laughed,
I broke down in tears,
I shouted like mad,
How many more of these little dreams
Do I need to kill?

Twilight

I appeared like a gush of blood,
From the vein of the sky!
It spread its arms round me,
I could see it was all around me....
I fell down,
Subconsious
And I could see it taking command over the earth.
I could see,
It wiped the black out of the earth,
And filled it with light,colour, sound and dream,
Twilight,
I came here to capture you,
But you captured me!

Tonight......

Tonight I will sleep under the sky.
Hoping for the rain to come down,
To bathe me,
To relieve me and to heal me.
I've been a sinner,
Having killed all the dreams I've had,
Tonight I shall repent,
I shall weep and pray,
And hope for the rain to come down.

Tonight I shall sleep under the naked, blue sky,
And wait for the stars to shine,
I'll play with my moonlit shadow,
I shall laugh my heart out,
And celebrate my insanity
To the brim of my sane conscience,
And wait for the moon to hide behind the cloud,
Leaving me lonely...in the dark.

Tonight I shall sleep under the dark sky,
And sleep like I've never had all my life,
And hope when I wake up,
My eyes are dazzled,
By the first spark of the crimson sky!

Blue Leaves

And he climed the wall,

Crossed the sea,

Jumped over the moon,

Just to see,

How green it is on the other side of the river?

While I stayed on,

Perplexed......

By the blue leaves of the dawn!!

Terra Cota
What if,
It had rained blood instead of water,
What if it drenched you,
What if it painted you red?
You would then be standing here,
Stupefied,
Thinking whether it's an outcome of global warming?
Or is it some sort of biological warfare....
Today's time does not allow you to think beyong these lines.
What if, you were all red;
You would still be standing here
Silent,
Still trying to believe what has happend to you,
While I would have captured you,
In Terra Cota walls!

And I start walking.....

I start again...to write. It's been a long time since I wrote, but now I decided I should start again....to write. All my previous endeavours in the field of literature has been in my mother tongue(bengali), but this time round I decided that the language should be english, doing justice to the alphabet available in my keyboard.
I start again....to write. Not that I couldn't do without it, but still I decided I should start and write just for the sake of writing and enjoying myself. Sometimes it's enjoyable. I don't know how long I will be able to continue with this hobby, but till the time I feel motivated enough to do so, I decided I should continue to write. Not that I expect that someone will start taking exceptional interest in my short essays, atleast nowadays I myself have lost the interest of going through other people's writings, but still I thought I should write.
If you had the patience to go through the first two paragraphs of the blog, you might have noticed that I am really trying hard to convince myself (more than you) that I should write. But it was important that I start from somewhere, and thank God I found this very apt starting by convincing myself that I should write. Thank you for going through this....the next few lines are my gift to you:

The Un-named Verse

He stood alone,

Quietly round the corner,

Thinking hard, very hard;

I went near him,

Called him by his name,

He didn't respond!!

I called him twice, thrice,

But still there was no answer from him.

Finally he came out of the trance

And cast a strange look upon me

I could see there was a strange glare in his eyes....

He tried to speak,

But something held him back,

Like some unknown fear of spilling out a well kept secret.

He finally lit a cigarette and said,

"Do you think I should start to write?"