An ophidian day wrung from a tigrine night,
Drip- drop....drips, on the platform of moonlight--
Spelt across my limbs-- oh, so tight
Irrational like a lupine fight.

The lutrine agility in the sparkling stream,
The talpine courage, the pardine dream
The ursine thirst for honey and spleen
Supersaturated on the ribs of the marine!

Stop pulling me into this equine race--
The canine drooling, the feline grace
Gnawing ants eat into my face
Yet I feel no-thing, no craving, no trace!

The vulpine snide, the capric grin
The ovine obedience that bites my shin
Stop drawing me into this cervine kiln,
C'est la vie for you....so lets begin!!



*ADJECTIVES USED:
ophidian- snake-like      tigrine- tiger-like           lupine- wolf-like      lutrine- otter-like
talpine- mole-like          pardine- leopard-like     ursine- bear-like       equine-horse-like
vulpine- fox-like           capric- goat-like             ovine- sheep-like      cervine- deer-like

C' est la vie- That's life
PHOTO- Original Dali

F(oe)ATAL

You did- you did- you did
And you did, what you do some more
I wish you didn't, you didn’t do, you didn’t
I'd want you not to do it for sure!



I am not you, I never wanted to be
No, never, not, no, none
Everyone learns from You what to do
I learnt what's not to be done!!

I try to impress, satiate and gratify
But you tick me off like a bomb on the run-
In the arms of the storm I throw myself
The ending has just begun.


I am not you, I never will be
No, never, not, no, none
Everyone learns from to You what do
I learnt what's not to be done!!

(NOT) MY BROWN-EYED BOY....

The brown-eyed boy who had colours rolled up in his sleeve
Told me to plunge in the sand and shuffle my black & grey dreams

It scared me to hold his foreign hands in gloves
And now it pricks like the Albatross!

I foresaw the tomorrow that was not to be
Clutched and clung on to the rusty leaves.
He spread his arms across the starry sky
And coloured it with the promise of a good-bye
Perfumed it with chocolaty spices and the dreary sun
And held my hand through the deeds undone!

It isn’t enough to just hug and hide
Lost in the embrace of the warmth that’s wild
Fragrance exudes on my chin, my pride
Am I using you to forget what wasn’t mine?

I want to hold on, I want to let go
I am waiting for the blackened snow
To turn me into someone I’m not
Or give me some wings to fly—
With the tears that I fought!!

THE SEASON STARTS TOMORROW

THE SCORCHING SUN IS A FIREBALL
LIKE A BINDI ADORNING THE SKY
THE MONKEYS DOZE, THE COWS DROOL
NO BREEZE FOR THE TREES TO DENY

THE THIRSTY STREET LAY SWOONED IN A TRANCE
NO VENDOR OR CROW CAWS,
THE DOG CARES FOR NO FAITHFULLNESS
DROOPED HEAD UPON ITS PAWS

THE ANXIOUS FARMER WITH A SLEEPLESS EYE
AWAY IN THE FIELDS OF KUTCH
DOES'NT KNOW IF TO PRAY FOR RAIN
IF THE SWELTERING HEAT IS TOO MUCH

THE LITTLE ROBBERS ARE OUT ON A SPREE
THEIR TARGET IS BANCHARAM'S GARDEN
TREASURES OF MANGOES AND JAMUNS TO SNITCH
ESCAPING THE CHOWKIDAR'S ARDENCE

FROM THE BEADS OF SWEAT THAT TRICKLES DOWN
MOTHER'S TWIRLING BROW,
TILL IT CHANGES TO LITTLE DROPS OF HEAVEN
INTO TEAR-DROPS OF RAIN SOMEHOW

THE SLENDER RIBS OF THE RICKETTY GAMP
QUAKES AND CREEKS WITH RUST
MONSOON OR SUMMER IT IS DUTY-BOUND
AS A SHADY ENTITY OF TRUST.

HERE THE SUMMERS AR LONG AND HUMID
THE LIPS ARE AND LAKES ARE PARCHED,
HERE THE DAYS ARE SHORT AND BUSY-
THE NIGHTS ARE STILL AND STARCHED.

NOW THE TREES ARE BOUNTEOUS AND FULL
LIKE ICICLES IN CHILDREN'S HANDS
ARE THE SUMMERS THE SAME FOR THE ONES
WHO ARE MAROONED IN FOREIGN LANDS?

A FLEETING MOMENT....

Saw Putul di (our department help)close the door of the department. Mone holo ekta sritite bhora shinduker kopat-e tala laglo! Bondi hoe roilo koto okaron hashi, moja, kanna, obhiman, dukkho r rashi rashi muhurto.......jegulo konodin ferot ashbe na.....kintu tader thai hoe roilo amader sritipote,rongin akhore lekha ekta mishti chithi!porbo majhe majhei!will miss u my PRESI!Bhalo theko!♥Jara ashonno, jara hatbe oi oitihashik corridor gulo die, oi shorgo chhoa shiri die, tadero dio amader moto onek bhalobasha ar praner taan!

THE LOST LINE

....and I wore his shoe&left da room
I turnd bak thinkin he'd stare,
But found him gone--
I quietly shed a tear on his palm&left
I longed,I loved,I launched...
To return with no land beneath
I fell deeper and deeper in the womb of the land,
I curled instinctivly
I rose when a dew,dropped into my dream
I awoke, when I became my dream
I arise when the dream turns back to dew
And thats when my wings wring out da "you"
In me, In mine,
In shadows meant to be a ravine
In the love that once, was you!!

FREEDOM

THIS IS THE ALLEY OF DARKNESS
THE JOURNEY OF MY LIFE
THIS IS THE CAVE OF EXISTENCE
THAT STIFLES MY STRUGGLE, MY STRIFE

THIS IS MY CLAUSTROPHOBIA
MY LIFE IS BLACK AND GREY
THIS IS MY LAND OF DARWIN
HERE I'M THE PREDATOR, I'M THE PREY!

"OH GIVE ME FREEDOM MOTHER
FROM THIS DARK, DEEP CHASM OF SILENCE
RELEASE ME FROM WITHIN YOU"-
MY MOTHER SHREIKED IN ACCEPTANCE

WHO KNEW A FEW WINTERS LATER
I WOULD SHREIK AND NEED TO HIDE
"OH TAKE ME BACK IN MOTHER-
HIDE ME IN YOUR INSIDE

FROZEN

I REACHED OUT TO HOLD YOUR HAND,

I FOUGHT WITH MY FIERY FEARS

I DREAMED THAT THERE WAS A FORGETFUL TOMORROW--

THROUGH THE NETWORK OF MY TEARS.

THE GROUND I TREAD ON IS MADE OF GLASS

BENEATH THE WATER STARES,

THE JAWS THAT GRIN AND GRIND ALIKE

CHALLENGES ME TO DARES.

THE LOVER'S GLEE WAS A GNAWING SOUND

FOR THE ENDING OF MY FIRST BEGINNING

THE CEMENTED JUNGLE OF MY HEART

YEARNED FOR AN ACCIDENTAL HAPPY ENDING.

I FIND NO GOBLIN, I FIND NO GNOME,

THAT'LL TAKE ME TO MYSELF

TEN YEARS A GO WHEN I WAS TWELVE,

TEN YEARS AGO

I HAD A S-E-L-F.

MEMORIES

I THOUGHT THAT THE DAY WAS DONE
BUT THE TWIG FELL OUT OF THE TREE.....
THE MORNING CREEPED OUT OF A BLANKET OF FOG
AND TURNED INTO MEMORIES......

CYTHERA.......

LETS GO UP THE HILL, YOU AND I
AND PAINT VERSES OF RAINBOW IN THE SKY-
LETS DO THE WALTZ ON THE MOVING CLOUDS

AND LIFT OUR SPIRITS SPRITELY ABOVE!

LETS SPRINKLE OUR SPIRIT WHEREVER WE TREAD,

LETS WORRIES FLEE, ALL WOES TO BE SHED!

LET CHILDISH WAYS LEAD OUR DREAM

LETS MISCHIEF AND SPREE,LETS UNBURDEN AND SCREAM!

THE WAY TO EDEN MAY WHEREVER BE
TOGETHER WE'LL FIND IT CERTAINLY
THE BOUQUET OF SUNSHINE WIL BE OUR FLAME
BENEATH THE WILLOW WE'LL FIND OUR CLAIMS!


YOUR EMBRACE WILL BE MY REST AND RESPITE
YOUR EYES WILL BE MY EYE'S DELIGHT.
YOUR LIPS WILL TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO SAY
HOLDING YOUR HAND ILL GROW OLD AND GREY
YOUR EARS WILL KNOW WHAT TO HEAR
YOUR FINGERS WILL ABSORB MY TEAR!
YOU'LL HOLD ME TILL MY FEARS FLEE,
ILL BE IN YOU, YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF IN ME!


ILL BE YOUR SOLACE,YOUR LULLABY
ILL BRAID OUR TOMORROW INTO A STARRY SKY
ILL KEEP IT IN MY POCHETTE BLUE,

I WANT TO SPEND MY AFTERLIFE WITH U!

I AM, ILL BE YOUR PRINCESS PRIDE,

ULL BE MY MYSTIC MOON,

WE'LL TWINE OURSELVES INTO THROES OF OUR LOVE

OUR HEARTH WILL BE OUR COCOON!
MY DREAMS MAY REMAIN ONLY IN MY DREAMS,
BUT THESE ETCHINGS WILL LINGER ON
AND REMIND ME OF THE LOVE THAT "WAS"
THAT FROZE LIKE AN EFLORESCENT SONG!!