Us

Temparature well above 40

we walked on and on;

trees gave us shade,

skin gave us sweat..

salt and water...

the pain vanished,

the mind relaxed;

we leapt over the shallow trench,

slept on the warm bench,

hugged the evrgreen youth,

made love to her...

she gave us the peace we wanted;

set us free and taught us,

to let our feelngs explore..

now that we are back in kol,

once again energy is growing,

so is the urge-

the urge to work;

the work that has to be different!!

Let Us Work

When all the doors were closed,
when the bells in the nearby temple,were all still..
When silence prevailed everywhere,
When the birds never chirped,
When the captivated ones,
Were brutally tortured...

Time took its own course,
Energy came from,An unknown source,
Healed the wounds in the mother's womb,
Killed the goons and built their tombs,
Opened the doors,
Wiped the blood,On the floors..

The wrinkled faces and the trembling hands,
Responsibility to plough the land,
endless poverty and unbearable hunger,
they look at the moon,with the bed of grass under..
the dark sky and overhead thunder.

They clear the roads and plant the seeds,
They remain unaware of,How to write and read,
Let us turn around and ponder a while,
Let us recall humanity,And help them smile.

Me

Bondhu Bhalo Achho?

It's spring time that I like,
And also the rain drops,
The winter and summers are also nice,
When I satisfy myself,with chocolates and creams of ice...
During night time, in the midst of darkness,I look up at the sky,
Along with my desire to fly...
Repeated failure and tears,
pain in the soul and useless fears,
sleepless nights and inner fights,
a deserted house and turned-off lights,
would've been companions,
had there been no option,to play with the tune of silence,
which loves to make love,with my little friend...
made of wood and 6 strings...
blessed by my emotions,
and grasped by my imaginative wings,
for the past 6 months.....
I am all ears to the sounds of silence,
all that I hear is,a little girl crying,
For being thrashed by her master...
A little boy crying out in hunger...
Further I hear,the sounds of fear,
the fear of being left alone,
alone like "The Solitary Reaper"...
I am no Wordsworth,Keats or Byron,
I am just a lonely man,
who reads Sigmund Freud,
and listens to Pink Floyd,
and also Norah Jones...
I w'd love to meet up,
with the DirectioN of my life,
may be u can provide,me with the radar,
I am searching for...
If u want to play your fingers,
on my wooden soul,come and touch it...
and try it all on ur own,
my soul will teach you itself...
and mesmerize you by its tunes...