Unforeseen surprises

Things are said to be
strange when a herd of wildebeest
turns around and faces the cheetah
which sits down sheepishly,
surprised at the unexpected turn of events.
Stranger were the times when it
rained through the moonlit nights
and I rushed home to find myself
in front of a locked door
holding an unknown key,
exchanged mistakenly with
someone else, who must be
equally stranded too.
Thus, stuck in such strange
situations, all that I can
think of doing now, is to wait
till such time when my key will
arrive by mail, in a pink
envelope, posted from an unknown
place. This will also give
me reasons to find you once
again since I still hold the keys
meant for you.
Unforeseen to us, providence has in
store for us surprises, which turn
up at odd hours, guiding us
to open all our locked doors.

Void

Like an aircraft trapped
in an air pocket,
I shudder now.
Two hands spread out
like an eagle looking for the
usual support in a never
ending space,
I freely fall to the pit
of my mind, now full of
breathlessness, as you walk
away from me slowly
to fill up voids that you
created some years ago,
in some other place, not aware
that when Goddesses move from
place to place, they always
leave their mark in forms of
catastrophe, either here,
or there.

To my readers

Dear Readers,
Thanks for you so many mails and the accolades. I am moved. I am working on two books right now

Ordinary Life

And 

 My mother's story

Both will soon be out as Kindle books on amazon.com. Thanks for your interest and so many questions about 'My mother's story'. I would have told you more about this book. But for now, I will only tell you that this is written by my mother in Bengali , a language spoken in the Eastern India, and is based on her journey of life, starting from her childhood, through the partition of the undivided India and slowly settling down in a new place, which would be her home. I have merely translated her works and I am hoping that I have been able to do justice to her feelings!

Both these books are in the making and will take another two months to hit the web. But I am very overwhelmed by your mails, asking about these books. Thanks. This is the greatest joy a writer can get.

Mythical love

What's my entity with
you?
Unrecognised, unsung
like a halo around you,
declared as an unknown myth?
I am not a God that I would
remain a myth forever,
which, too, I never wanted to be.
I wanted to walk my real
physical body along with yours,
I wanted to pick up those dry
leaves and twigs from the garden, as
you'd bring some tea in a lovely
summer afternoon, full of sunshine
and allergens that keep you slightly
swollen faced than you are,
I wanted to greet all your
friends, as we enter together, hand in
hand celebrating their anniversaries
birthdays, or, simply, their wealth.
But I remained a myth, as you never gave
me a shape, or a name, or even a name
to my entity, keeping me far away from your
mystical world of people, who were
everything and anything, but
never a faceless myth like me.

Reflections

Such was a time when
I had much to say as you asked
me day and night about my
several little endeavours
and many sojourns in the
countrysides.
Those days I woke up in
the middle of the night to tell
you about all such events
and many more, to which
you used to lend a kind
ear, if not mind, and loved
the way I expressed my ecstasy,
just as a little boy would do
to his mother.
I am still awake,
Its still in the middle of the night,
I still have many more things
to say, but in a different way,
as the little boy has now grown up
by watching the birds pecking
with their beaks, on the rear
view mirrors of the parked vehicles
and eventually flying away, realising
at last that they were playing with
their own reflections. 

My own mind

My letter to you
has come back today.
Unopened, untouched
and undaunted in spite of
several changes of hands.
As I looked at the envelope
and on it, the many seals of
those post offices that it
had crossed,
I wondered, if anyone ever
had the wish to open it
and see what was inside!
But years of tracking this letter
to reach its destination, as also
in case of a lost addressee,
to guide it safely back to my own
hands once again
and finding it sealed exactly as
when it had left me,
told me that our minds
were like sealed envelopes,
only to be opened to our
own selves, else, once
opened to others, there were
always chances of
dissipation, resultant to
falling in love.

Faith

I always had the faith that
you were there,
but not seen.
You always had the faith
I was not there
and never tangible.
And that's how I reached
you in spite of distance
and time.
But you never found me
in spite of the closeness.

Continuity

These pages, for many years now,
have been my corner to come and
rest and to go deep inside my own
self to see, if everything was alive.
These pages have given me refuge
and I have slept well within its folds,
breathing peacefully in love.
But now, as I come here, I find the
ink on these pages blurred, and its
extended arms withdrawn. That's
how, probably, everything has its
time, everything has its own span,
just so that, after the short journey
that we all have in life, we can go
back to where we all came from,
to the place from where we started
our journey, so that this cycle of life
keeps going.

Beheaded

As the sun came up,it
brought with it, the usual
new day and new promises
with a bunch of fresh flowers
and palm laden fresh breeze.
I looked at the far end of
the road and saw you coming,
taking two steps at a time.
Before I could bat my eye
lids once again, you were
upon me, with a silk handkerchief
and a smile that matched
the morning shine of the moment.
Next time, when I tried to
look at you again, my eyes rolled
in amazement, as too, my head,
which lay there on the ground,
blindfolded, beheaded,
with dried lips in a death
that was painfully true
of what happens at the end.

The last card

Traders nowadays,
have established few very
strange ways to sell emotions.
They have designed
cards for various mental
conditions, those for beginning of
love, and also those,
for the end of it.
They have broken down
events into moments and
defined every moment with a card,
thus increasing sales of
each breath, spent in
waiting.
Thus, we race
to define every beginning and
every end, marking it with
aplomb and a smile.
And now and then,

to score a point,

we look for a new beginning
and mark it with a new card,

after carelessly posting the

last card to our last love.

Next summer

This winter,
I have decided to be
at the helm of affairs
in terms of conducting
life as it should be,
just as my parents told
me to, and just as did the
teachers, way back
in my school days.
Before this winter comes,
I will ask the maid to
hang  the blankets in the
sun to take out any
smell that some unwanted
creature might have left, and
I will also take out my
warm clothes in time,
so as to beat the winter
bite, which at times, if
one is not protected,
sets deep within, making
breathing a freezing
experience.
This winter, I will do
all these, and much more
just so, I survive
this periodic onslaught of
winter, and wait for you
to light up my summer,
soon, very soon.

Anonymous love

I know somewhere there
you exist. If not in flesh
and blood,
but in pixels
of love,
touch,
sense
and silent orgasm.
I know somewhere there
you died, bereft of love
that you felt 

But that was not there.
I know somewhere there
one day, I will find you
across the Savannah, where
you conceived our first child,
only to leave it in the
wilderness of life,
just so,
you remain glorified,
crisp,
and anonymous.

Potent

We are very potent,
however, not for all.
But, every time I touch
you,
you spread with the
ferocity of a  scorpion
stinging death in
every move.
Such potent love
is bound to find the
end, much before
our blood turns into
poison,
putting love to
its eternal sleep.

Aura

As I quenched my thirst,
I looked up with
mouth full of nectar.
You kissed and said
that my fiery hunger
smelled of, not me,
but your own self.
And I thought
did it really matter
in this survival zone,
if we smelled like
each other, or not,
when death came
slowly, dancing on
our cyclic spasms?

My new book "Ordinary life"

Coming soon as Kindle Book on www.amazon.com......

Ordinary life

Preface

This started with the story of a boy, trying to tell the truth. Long back, I read about a teacher who asked the students to write about what they would like to do when they grew up. One of the students wrote that he would like to eat all the rice with yoghurt. At that age, this was his favorite food. So all that he wanted to do was eating rice with yoghurt.

The student was beaten up badly by the teacher. During those days, students never protested against beating by a teacher. So the student fell on the floor, rolled from one side of the room to the other side and finally grabbed the teacher’s feet and begged for mercy. The teacher stopped beating and screamed “Are you pulling a fast one on me? What do you mean by ‘eating rice with yoghurt?’ You rascal! Go through the answers given by the other students. They are all your class mates. Look what they have written. Some said they wanted to be barrister, some said they would be school teachers, some others talked about becoming Doctors, Lawyers, Engineers. Many others have even said that they wanted to serve this nation and donate all their money to the charity. And you???!!!. You want to eat rice with yoghurt? That’s all you want to do when you grow up? What an idiot! What a shame!’

This story of a boy, getting beaten up by the teacher for telling the truth about what he wanted to do, was written by a renowned author from my region (Bengal) in India. His name is Shirshendu Mukhopadhaya. I want to recognize him here, as I find this story like an open heart surgery. It’s an open and shut case. Everything is very clear and loud. It talks about what others want us to do, and it also talks about what we, ourselves want to do. It talks about the reality of life. It talks about the truth of life. It talks about the extraordinary things that happen with our ordinary lives. This is the story of an ordinary life....

Coming soon as Kindle Book on www.amazon.com

Check out my last book 'Wait' at

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007KHT3BS