Friday, January 6, 2012

Minati

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Minati

Minati

Minati lived next door,
a tender fifteen
innocent sapling.
Minati was my sisters friend.
They used to have
some conspirator's look
in their eyes .

I never knew the hidden perfume
in her heart.
I looked at her furtively,
she knew that
as the humming bird
knew the interior of a pond,
she covered her breast
with an indulgent smile
and a rebuke in her eyes.

My sister asked me to recite
a poem
and there was a silent gentle
look of expectation in Minati's eyes.
We sat on a straw mat on the floor.
I started to read
" Bela je porey elo jolkey chol "
The famous Rabindranath's " Bodhu"
Minati was looking
but not looking,
her eyes were wet
her hair sang silent prayers,
Oh that girl ! unhappy in love.

Her face lowered,
her hands indecisive,
her head gently rested on my sister's lap

The poem came to the end ,
dusk encroached
The girls left....

I heard then the sound of
hesitant footstep,
I saw the shadow in my room,
It was Minati alone
the silent , frightened white figure
advanced
a glow in my chest.
The fragrance of her lips,
language of closed eyes
the tremors in her thighs
stilled the darkness
just for a musical while.
Minati left the room,
leaving me a song
i will never speak,
In the distance
Fireflies blinked.

@ amiyo 6.1.12

Monday, January 2, 2012

Pt. Shiv Kumar Sharma - Raag Bihag - Part 2 of 6 - Jor

Some other time

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Some other time

Long...long time ago
we sat under the
Eucalyptus tranquility
and you showed me dreams.
In a rag Behag you said
" This dream I give you,"

I passed many Ashabori Rag
many sunset went by,
many a times I drowned in your
Pyramid mind and said ,
" where is your dreams you promised me?"
That smile you smiled
you said ," Its not just the time yet !"

some lazy afternoon...we
sat by the melancholic Erica Palm,
you raise the deep dense forest
before my eyes,
and you said ,
" The melodious passion in here
belongs to you.I shall give it to you"

The sky was overcast with rain cloud
then came mystic winter breath
Thirsty summer too,
I looked at your eyes
Pressed my lips on yours ,
search for the deep confluence
and ask ,
" where is your dream You promised me
My love"
You smile mysteriously and say
" its still not just the time my darling "

Behag and Ashabori are two very sensitive
" Rag " in Hindustani classical Music .