Valentine

Her mere glance was enough to stone my heart

Tomato red blush was an appetizer

My feet refused to lift me up

Nerves were throbbing faster

I found myself hypnotized

Her dark magic turned me from an atheist to a believer

My fingers were crossed for the first time

Her fragrance made me forget my own lines

If it were possible, I would have described my every emotion

But words didn’t escape my lips

All I could do was to kneel before her

And extend a heart made from my fingers and thumb

When I finally looked into her eyes

They were already moist with happiness

‘Will you be my Valentine?’ I whispered into her ear at last.

Healing: Open or Covered?

I left them open
so that they could
have a little gossip with air,
kiss the sunlight and
get themselves soaked
in friendship of water.

I covered them with bandages
and allowed no one to come near
as if protecting my newborns.
checking every now and then.
desolated them from everything.

My wounds are so deep
that I am confused
whether to leave them open
or cover them
so that
they can heal faster.

~ should i tell everyone or stay mum about what am i going through?

Poker with Life

I am playing poker with life.

Destiny is the dealer.

Life got highest cards of the deck.

Queen, King and Ace.

All spades.

Two turned cards on the table.

A ten and jack of spades.

We are playing blind.

I placed the bid.

All in.

Life looked at me.

Confused.

I smiled.

Knowing I won the lost game.

~ i beat royal flush with a smile.

Spring

Flowers!  Springs! Romance! Ah!

The fragrance down the lawn

reminds me of your cologne.

Which song is the Mynah singing?

Isn’t it the same song which

you used to murmur in the bath?

The breeze pushes my slivers

back to their place gently

just the way you used to do.

The palm is waving at me

imitating your gestures perfectly.

The marigold is flirting with me!

Aren’t you getting jealous?

Don’t do anything to him!

He really has a cute smile.

The sunflower is kissing the rays.

Should we look away?

Of course, at least give them some privacy.

The pigeon is rubbing its neck all over his partner’s.

Doesn’t it remind you of something?

Look!

There’s a small girl sitting

At the edge of the fountain

What? You didn’t recognise her?

Its me, Honey!

Or at least my physical projection.

What is she holding between her fingers?

It is a dried leaf with something scribbled over it.

Still don’t remember?

It is the same letter you sent her

six months ago. She reads the poem

written on it everyday till her eyes swell.

When will you send your next poem?

Even anticipation has a limit.

When will this leaf see its spring?

Soon enough I guess!

Her eyes are closing.

Something red flowing out of her wrists

and trying to nourish leaf’s veins.

There!

A fairy is on its way with her chariot.

The girl will see her spring soon.

Rain, Fritters and Tea

I inhaled deep and slow. The smell of soil in rain gave me an instant orgasm. We were watching Nohkalikai Falls from the balcony of a small restaurant while it was raining outside. The owner told us that we were really luckily that we were having a clear view of the fall which most other tourists can’t experience. 

Meghalaya. Abode of clouds. It was a paradise for rain lovers like me. And we were at the heart of that place, Cherrapunjee, known for highest rainfall in the world. The cab driver brought us fritters and tea. Bliss! I dare you to name a better trio than rain, fritters and tea. 


Nohkalikai Falls, Cherrapunjee, Meghalaya

After having our snacks, we were ready to move ahead. We were literally floating above the clouds. The cab driver told us about the place becomes dry during winters and people suffer shortage of water. Ironical, isn’t it? World’s wettest place runs out of water. 

Moving ahead we reached to see a single rock formation of about 200ft in height. Local tribal tales say that it was the basket of a giant who once used to terrorize the locals. One could see Bangladesh territory from there. 

Single rock formation(about 200ft) in Cherrapunjee

Beside from rains and clouds, ‘waterfalls’ was the second most common thing that you would see there. Seven sisters fall, representing each of seven states of North East India, was in  the top priority list of tourists. Driver told us that we have another Seven Sisters’ Fall in Sikkim too. 

People of Meghalaya live in harmony of nature. It was one of the cleanest place we have ever seen. State government has imposed a ban on cutting of trees. For every tree cut, you have to plant a new one and have take care of it. 

While returning we visited the highest point of Shillong known by the name of Shillong point. It provided a whole panoramic view of the whole capital city. One could see that houses weren’t in the valley but built along the hill. I wish I could cycle while going downhill, drinking rainwater with my tongue sticking outside. You can find some pineapple stalls there which would serve sour and sweet pineapple with red chilies sprinkled all over it. Yummy! Isn’t it? 

Oh yes! I forgot to introduce you all to my crab friend which we found in one of streams of a waterfall. 

Traveller

cold frosty wind doesn’t spook me

and neither does getting wet in rains.

mountainous height doesn’t scare me

and neither does the depth of ocean.

metropolitan crowd doesn’t panic me

and neither does the silence of abandoned city.

tomorrow’s future doesn’t haunt me

and neither does yesterday’s mistake.

I am a traveller dear world,

what terrorises me is steady roads.

The Boy Who Learnt

The boy has learnt

the art to endure

affliction of thorns pierced

right through his heart.

The boy has learnt

the art of abstinence

from the euphoria

of the Cupid’s arrow.

The boy has learnt

the art of deception

to let a smile

rest on his melancholy face.

Kissing the Darkness

I want to kiss the darkness,

snuggle her and get entwined

into her cozy frigid arms

to such a quantum that

even sultriness of inferno

can’t break us apart.

Ablaze with embers of desires,

I want to fondle around

her numb icy anatomy

and clench myself with the aroma

of her long messy hair and

brush my head against her bosom.

I want to taste her mortified ecstasy

so recklessly that I have buried

my vaporising tongue into her

damp utopia so hastily that

flames of desires have spurted out,

and now I want to kiss the darkness again.

The Promise

I kept standing there raining my tears

Hoping her to return

I kept holding her photograph

A droplet of tear rolled down my cheeks on it

I kept praying for her

There was not a temple left unvisited

I kept playing with dangers willingly

Wishing to commit some fault each time

I kept using the same old perfume

She used to say that she liked its smell

I kept laying awake all night

I knew the dreams would be possessed by her

I kept chanting her name

Like I was some sage lost in his God

I kept visiting the cemetery

Lest the smell of roses on her grave should fade away

I kept staring at the ring I bought for her

Wondering if someone else’s fingers could fit into it again

I kept a smile on my face

For the promise I made to her can’t be broken.