Best Friends...Forever?

In time,Well you didn't wipe my tears,

but still the advice of care

the every inches of fear,

were wept out with your words of dare.

The relation,the friendly behavior,

where I can share all… am cleared.

Its wasted in the rhythm of sayings

Best Friend Forever? Is really Forever?

The windows from where I used to see,

the rain drops pouring its affinities

where I never lost my question to ask,

Found you to be the one at last.

And I hesitate to speak out the truth,

or your heartless or confused

I miss those days when and see nowhere,

and I ask myself in despair…

I searched that company in every sphere,

I tried to neglect this my friend

but one thing with sorrow in heart,

I don’t know whether you will understand.

A thousand words that climbs my mind,

and I hated you in vain of sights.

You used to be the one all time,

with whom I would never return mislead

But I hate to tell you in simple words,

I miss you dear!

I still find you to be the best companion,

but while the tears drop goes down,

and I see myself alone,

I miss you and ask myself,

can I get someone alike you whom I will say

Best Friend Forever!

I Speak…

Where should I start a line,

to make myself jovial to shine

I’m in habit of stealing words from there,

where there are thousand of phases ,not in despair.

I am? Just a small writer,

who dream to become a large…

but what if my hands fails to say,

and happens to be “Malapropism” to cast!

The next minute I challenge the shinning sun,

who speaks of thousand deep breath

burn me or melt me by your heat,

but I will write the same and will escape.

I walk on the reflecting sand,

that burnt my foot into reddish black

but I doubt the time that prevails,

not to leave me to hesitate.

I found myself garrulous,

being obsessed sharing secrets,

 with the girl in the mirror 

I feel enthusiastic when I see,

Myself enveloping the large seas.

But still I find myself lacking behind,

And crying with pain in heart,

I wish for someone to know me,

and to understand me, am not the one called “Sentimental”.

The aspects of my life is glowing bright,

and I need to cope up with them

cause I still find myself locked up in a room,

and cry and cry and cry…

They say I write exquisitely,

they say I am so lucky,

but they don’t know the shadowy gown

that makes me being aloof,

I stand near the divine…

I speak!

Is Death ,The Destination?

Dense space to overcome,

destination running in a way of haze

the black big bridges to take me away,

life’s rage in solemn gaze.

I wish to fly,kind of flake

to fly and fantasize

nothing is limited in my burning light,

nothing will fall apart.

If I’m burnt away or buried down,

or my soul ruin thousands shocked

my departure will be the one,

called by name of “Destination”.

The grave or the cemetery,

is not the way to walk and end

I see life after death,

and want myself to walk the same!

I find myself in the dense blur,

to talk with them who are standing alone

they light up the street the whole night,

and sleep and rest in the daylight.

I again found myself beside my mom,

pretending to sleep

but still my mind is working upon,

what happens to the soul after death deceives?

I can’t even draw a blank,

without a paper and a pen 

I want to meet and ask them,

what is their Destination after death?

Tonight I cry and hug my mom so tight,

when I will leave this world

please maa forgive me,

trauma left me to deceive you all!

I have to pardon my skin,

and loose my little soul

I will see myself on the holy bed,

with a bolo hari hari bol…

Beyond The Universe?

When am stabbed in the imagination,

can’t find a way out of God’s creation

still coming in my head,

we call them Alien.

What if we someday find a world,

a world inside which we are staying so long

a world more than different in status

a world more than weird, if we go we are gone!

Is the universe limited of space?

is there nothing out of it to go craze?

what is it beyond the black,

Is there something new long far away?

So where to find that world of haze,

so where to find things so different

so where we will walk up if it ends?

after the end of this universe..

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.

ABL Township

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.