The Beginning of The End

So much to do,
So less time!

Poems, how do I write them!

People often ask me how do I write. What is the key to writing. I tell them that I don't write anything at all. Those pieces are not written by me.

A word comes into my mind, then a second, then a third. They crowd beside each other in fashion and thus forms a sentence. They tend to walk together for a cause, and thus forms a paragraph. And this goes on whence they form chapters and verses to fill in the pages of my life. I just jot them down on paper or on my blog to remember every moment that I had shared with them, just like we take photographs to keep the memories alive of those places that they had visited.

The words have been there with me from the beginning through the thick and thin of my life. And unlike others, they never betrayed me. They never left me for a moment. They understood me, they understood my intellectual needs, they understood my stupidity, my soul, my mind, my emotions. They understood me in my entirety cause its they who made me complete. Its they who loved me and who I loved forever.

So finally, here is a poem to my love.

I love you and would always do.


Word

Have I lost you my dear Word!
No, comes the answer. How can
You lose me whence I am in your
Mind's eyes, watching your every
Step to worship my virgin soul.
How can you lose me whence for
Eternity I whisper in your ears
The mantras of the universal truth
Of love. How can you lose me whence
I am with you forever, touching
You lips with the fearless joy
Of an pristine nymph. I have
Possessed your soul, your body
And your mind. I have lived with you
Since the day you were born, and
Vowed to stay yours forever. How can
You lose me, how can I not be yours.
When you completed me in my entirety
And I complemented yours.

Iris?

[Dedicated to Lopamudra,thank you for daring to enter my dreams]


She is not an ordinary girl
Nor is she a damsel in distress
In the world of my dreams
She is my rescuer, my princess.

A fearless soul, walking right
Past the grave,my castle and
Skive off the serpents tail to
Rescue me from the promised land.

Oh princess! My princess! Why is
Thy name Iris.

You don't impress me much

[Dedicated to Mekhala and Durjoy]

You got people assassinated
En masse, people who were
Close to you. You engaged
In the polygamous atrocities
That men pride themselves of.
Yet when you built a white
Monument with the blood of
Thousands for your beloved,
We foolishly held you as the
Epitome of love. Sometimes
Ignorance is not a bliss.

There are thousands of people
Who have not seen the building,
Many who don’t know who you
Built it for. Yet they fall in
Love. They don’t die for each other
Cause that don’t give them the kick.
Instead they live with their
Beloved through the thick and thin
Of a quotidian struggle of their
Daily lives. Yet they dare to dream
Which often are bigger than your building.

I am not impressed Mr Shahjahan.

Feminism

Know this, you would never
Be able to change the world.
This world would never be
Like you.

It would never grow a penis.

Return of the Wall

The prodigal wall returns
The sinister structure more
Painful to watch, laughing
Like the gates of hell.

I went inside and locked
The doors, and the keys
Were lost in forever, with
The pains and the bruises.

I sat down the wall and
Started weaving the music
Of the remembrance, cause
Winter would come for my
Soul to be frozen and dark.

And then came the blizzards
Of rain and hell storm, I got
Bruised and my wounds were
Poisoned. but I could not feel
The pain of separation.

I could not feel my loss
Cause I have seen the writing
On the wall, it announced my
Demise and wished me to
Rest in peace.

The Poem with no Name

One fine day, while walking
By the doors of my past
I met david and roger. We
Spend some good time together and
As the purple evening was
Near its end, i heard from
Them about the wall. and i
Liked what i saw. it was a
Colossal structure, like a
Cinder block at the middle
Of nowhere. it was a sinister
Structure, with nothing to view
The inside of me. i spend
Thirty days and thirty nights
Putting one brick at a time
And i lost all my might. i lost
My vision and i lost my senses.
I lost my love and i lost my
Pain too. then came you with
Your fairytale dreams and the
Smile of innocense and the tears
Of a joy and careless laughter.
You put the last brick on the wall
And the wall was complete.

You put over there, and a
Couple of windows everywhere.
You came inside where none
Was allowed, cause you had the key
To the land of the fairies and
Those long lost purple evenings,

You came, you saw, and you loved,
And you gave the walls a home,
Your home, my home, our home.

A Goblet full of Fire

The goblet, half full with the
Florid fiery liquid caught my eyes.

The fireball had set her aglow
With a brilliant fluorescence.
She had painted a kaleidoscope
Of curious, dizzying shapes
On the wall that had always
Left my heart aching.

I took the chalice in my hands,
They trembled anticipating the debauch
Pleasure of consuming her pride.

I wanted to let go
Of the sinful desire, but instead
She coerced me to let go of
All my virtues and I found myself
Bare and defenseless in front of her
Looking at her soul through her eyes.

I took the her by her
Arms and let the vile go down
On me. She felt like a bushfire,
Burning slowly through
Inside myself as she trickled
Down my throat like a promiscuous
Nymph.

My head felt dizzy and I
Forgot to remember the future,
I forgot to cry for the pain.
I delved in to consume her
Pleasure without any remorse.

And she baptized me under fire.