The morning sun was nvr her best friend!
The more he called her name,the lesser her responses grew...
Only the night owl knew her dreams,
The moon saw her tears stream,
Down her rosy pale cheeks.
She sang a Bohemian rhapsody,
Monday, April 11, 2016
The morning sun was nvr her best friend!
Monday, March 14, 2016
Its almost midnight,
In a few hours,the sky will turn crimson red,
Welcoming a new day.....
My sleep eludes me tonight again.
Lying awake I listen to the songs of silence...
The ever awake city,too finally gives in to drowsiness!
As the stars begin to whisper their secrets...
I strain my ears to catch some phrases...
The shadow beside me snores away.
The gentle night breeze on its unfinished business,
Drags me and drugs me to a lifeless peaceful rest.
Tomorrow will be another day,new battles await.
Till then my muse I pray,take a break,
Recuperate,come to me tomorrow with a replished vow to conquer n avenge.
Come this May and I will complete forty six revolutions around the sun.I t feels great,the feeling is overwhelming! I look back today to those days,when I used to feel bad,as every year my birth day came during the school vaccations and I could never distribute candies among my classmates and friends.Every time a classmate celebrated their birthday,I would feel a tinge of jealousy.But one cant change their birthday,right! So I had the consolation prize of being a day elder to the great Nobel Laureate,Rabindranath Tagore!!!My parents discovered this novel idea to keep me calm!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Among ladies of good 'culture',
In hushed tones it was said....
She was of easy morale!!!
Often at social do's,She would be spite upon.
Away from all these,I wondered what she longed for?
Leaving alone a family of three,Husband,daughter and son of eight,
How could a mother set herself free?
At daybreak,didnt her heart ache,to see her baby's face?
Men may be from Mars,And a wife may get tired,
But a mother?Didnt her heart bleed,
At evenings,whenever she missed her daughter?
Oblivious to my musings,I heard she lives,
In solitary confinement.Away from prying eyes,
Nestled in her mothers care,with the love-child she had,by her lover!
Her lover,a man younger in years,had finally left her.
Its said,inspite of her husbands entreaties,
She had left,her home and children,
Privileges of a blessed life,she had forsaken............
But why?Why does a woman choose to defy?
Known to be a gentile woman,And yet today she is despised!
Does it ever cross her mind,At what cost and why,did she buy this ignominy?Happiness,future,power,position.
She left it all behind!!!!
I fail to gather,how and why did she decide,
To throw it all away,for a whimsical fanciful fly?
Unbeknown to her,I try to find,
The frailities of a human-life,
That often tends to put us on our worst side.
But is it worth a try?
Is she happy,at peace with her love-child?
And the son-daughter she left behind?
They say for them she has all but died!
Will they ever understand,forgive her intrigue?
What she wanted and what she has,
I know not,having never met her,i can hardly justify.
But Rupa,I do think of you,And of your travails too.
At times when I am at the end of my patience,
I close my eyes and remember you.
I have chosen silence,so have you.
And remain ignoramus,no matter whats said by who.
A septugenarian bend over a stove in the kitchen....
Tirelessly taking care of a clan of thirty!
A mother of not less than twelve.............
A dimunitive figure,bent with age,
Constantly smilling an indulgent grandparent.
Never thought of her as an independent entity!
She was just there,would always be.
The same way,it was taken for granted!
And she still is,taken for granted!!!
She lost her partner of seventy years,
And with him,she lost all coherence.
Today she is lost among her myriad worlds,
Walls and roofs around her make no sense.
She belongs to none,a mother of living ten!
Often i find our worlds interconnected,
Drawing inspiration and strength.
To accept the unexpected with as much grace.
At ninety-three almost a cabbage,dependent on others,
Sorrow n joy to whom are same!
The Gen-X have no time for trivials,
To nurture its roots and take care!
Wrapped-up in their own fake world,
Lost in individual rummages!
--"in open relationship",they say!
I cant stop wondering, how can a relation be open or shut otherwise?
As far as i have known,relationships function on their own free will.
Limits are not stretchable.Yet parameters may be redefined.
Expectations and obligations,walk beside,
Love and hatred,never precise!
Situations demand to act likewise!
If there is love,then how, can a relation,
be open to further advances undefined?
Love is antiquity now,relationships open!
Hearts closed,dedication passe'.
Commitments rare,promises a mockery!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Mon take uriye diye.............
Nil akasher hath-chhani te,
Chokh buje dub di...................
Sagorer amontron firiye,
Tushar-meru te khunji sukti,
Hariye jawa ek ajana pothe,
Kuriye pai mukti.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Rannaghore mon tekena tar,
Melate parena mashkabarir hiseb!
Kobitar pathay mon porey thake,
Ganer kthaye vase je,
loke bole nari jonmo britha!
Emoni din kate se.
Chele dake ,ma khete dao,
Kintu kobitar chhondo milchena je?
Rannaghore vaat futche,
Ganer sur bandhche se!
Katche din gotanugotik,
Jak kete tobe,khoti ki?
Miliye chhondo,miliye sur,
eivabei cholbe se..............