It Goes Like That

It goes like that,

one day to know

the later one is called relationship.

It goes like that,

trembling hands

the other is 'avoid',

for truth to seek.

It goes for a weekend,

perhaps for some days

so called you say

“Emotional Attachment”.

It goes like that

suddenly alarmed

a morning with a finishing touch.

So you call it a relationship?

last for a week

ended with a horrible dream.

So you call it a relationship,

the next day you are a stranger to him!

Its time to change,

why do you believe?

and go with a wrong person.

Its time to change,

not to believe

the chicken that is served for a week.

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A dozen of melodious tune it sings

when the cold wind hits the Sal trees,

at night the office hour bell that rings

makes me excited that my daddy is coming.

 

In morning it decides to be calm and quit,

hypnotizing you with its natural sight.

Those flowers near the Shantineer,

they are fresh and that it seem to sing

it drags me down as it smells,

it drags me crazy as I am moved awake

when I look on the curl branches,

they seem so busy in their games.

 

In night It becomes the deepest rhythm,

with a hazy imagination you draw

you will not hesitate at all,

to count the stars,I swore!

 

The branches are like million couples,

hugs each other so tight

they stands with ghostly appearance,

in silent steady nights to gaze.

 

Between them like twinkling stars,

there exists the quarters

and the Long Roads going on and on

will make you crazy with the ‘Kodom ful’ ..

 

Here am born ,Here I live

Here is the peace and belief,

the mourning sound of winter nights,

the hot summer days it exists.

 

The Kodom Ful scents so high,

through the dark grey road to Kali Mandir,

and the ‘Sondhey Arotis’ with the bells so loud

clears every sins in my heart profound.

 

I find myself totally stabbed,

by they beauty it carries.

The long shadows of the big trees,

and the roads that kept me thinking.

I Blame Myself

Grave like thinking,

full of trifling

lack of premeditation,

goes on dumping creation.

 

Lack of worldly thinking

but good at heart,

I still remember the particular year

So foolish I was so dump.

 

They were time, to eat up lessons

but I was busy writing nonsense

So enthusiastic in glittering things,

found myself a failure to sing.

 

Figure of speech!

what’s tense, what’s conjunction?

Who may know?

am submitting empty papers.

 

Studying were like a boring scheme,

school was like a hangout ,a feast

Day by day I was loosing time,

I should be blamed;

for my failing sight.

There Is Nothing Called Wrong

I doubt your every single drop,

you spare for me

I doubt you when I count,

seconds of memories.

 

I wish to walk with your shadow,

to where it is going.

I wish I can motivate you,

to praise my words of innovative thinking.

 

I feel the cause of my enthusiasm,

to think for a while it last

I see millions of crying existence,

to be cooperating with my love.

 

I feel those moustaches more blackish,

to suit with the white cheeks

I feel myself going crazy,

to imagine such things.

 

I see my dreams far abroad,

scattering pearls to shine

but I can’t take out of my dream,

to challenge you to believe who am I!

 

Let this disaster spare me,

I don’t want to create things

such merit are useless if..

they are not presented in right scheme.

Left Alone To Gaze

The greenery with the smell,

the kitchen and the shelf

the garden used to call evergreen,

deceives me and so I gaze.

 

Your saree and the smell,

your roasted bread and omlet

your hairs when they are wet,

your kiss on my forehead.

 

So many shoes ,sticky mud

so many sounds, so many occasions

so many rainbows up in the sky,

I still gaze, gaze for your sight.

 

See the doors broken down,

see the kitchen smelling brown

where have you left me alone?

that pushes me down, more down.

 

I gaze through the windy nights,

I gaze through the sun shines

I gaze the road from where

you were taken away by the ambulance.

 

I gaze may your soul come again,

I miss those moments with you

I gaze for the winter nights,

to take me away without any screaming cries.

The Breath of Loneliness

I am lost in a breath,

the breath of loneliness

I see shadows passes away

can see the crowd space.

I still feel lonely,

in this so populated world of haze

I still feel lonely,

my mind pauses in every sense.

 

I have lost the caring parts,

and became such a numb

I am loosing my only chance,

got myself totally disturbed.

So can you find a single reason?

a breath of sadness, unrealized time,

So can you find a single reason?

why I am thinking of my cries.

 

Beneath my skin,

beneath the heart beat

there lays somebody alive,

there is the only soul,

the single bit of light.

She feels this loneliness

phases indescribable,

I am lost in this breath

the breath of loneliness.

 

Where is the way going straight?

with street lights across

I find a way further to the gate,

but I scare to move on.

I find myself the only breath,

existing in this world

I find no space in my every relationships,

to solve this kind of problems.