woman of unknown age
all day, everyday,
Thin body, sunken eyes
Masses of medicine
Tablets of varying sizes
Liquids of varying colours,
Oily pillow , unclean bedsheets,
Half glass water with a cover
of an old postcard
from longdistant troubled daughter,
an old calendar on the wall
with a picture of a complacent Goddess.
Bibhaboti turns her head
to the other roof
,an Other woman drenched all over
after a filmy singing bath,
spreading wet clothes to the sun
her body too with articulating breasts,
dripping hair dancing with rhythmic body.
thirsty eyes,the skiny hands
explore some long forgotten nights
in her lost body ,ashen lips.
Bibhaboti returns to the
oily pillow, soiled linen.
Like everyday Dipankar enters
Like every day feels the fever,
then a hoarse voice
Nah : no fever today
like everyday much repeated exchanges
Like everyday half an apple
and expensive hunred grams of grapes
Like everyday a light meal
Then a stiffled yawn,
One day ends
another hopeless day
in the dark corridor waiting.
folks took shelter in the
narrow space of a balcony.......
Orchestra of words and silences,
Two eyes of one met two eyes of another,
like two planets in their Orbits,
A distant closeness
soem unforgettable touches,
Eyes down with tangent smile,
Looked up again.
Those eyes...Those eyes
" You are Dipankar !!!
isnt that so ?
Yeessss, and you....You .. You are Tanima
faces blushed, clouds flashed,
WHY ? WHY?????
Whatever happpened , why did it happen
Whatever didnt happen, Why did it not ?
God is so merciful.