I burnt my hand,
and some night a liquid
oozes from my wound.
Very ancient vermilion juice like.
You joy fully stick a knife there
sometimes, hoping to see a rainbow,
then fix your gaze on mine and say
" Tell me what are you going to do with me,
Say it .....say ....Say it"
The socket of my eyes are
a little bit more Royal blue,
my left hand trembles more,
My feet unaware of the earth,
The burning bed
grasps the insomniac man
and runs to that mountain
in search of two empty coffee cup
in vain.
tell me where does it end amiya ji? the search and then being lost, the pain and then the void, the dire need to belong only to find solace in solitude...
ReplyDeletewrite me something beautiful dada? tell me how you cheated life off its cruel tricks and found colors in the sand..tell me how you painted those butterflies before sending them off to the valley to play and fly...
i know you have seen more than life..you have touched its essence and have slept with its mistress we call dreams..tell me about it?
Have been trying to find you!
ReplyDeleteYou gave a website address on my blog.. finally.. anyhow..
beautifully put...because i can feel the pain!
@Rina,
ReplyDeleteThanks for receiving
my painted butterflies,
the only consequence of the
intercourse with my distressed mistress
on the face of the moon over the blue
pacific.
@D Gypsy
I too am trying to find you
and miraculously we cant find
eachh other.
I know , YOU WILL FEEL THE PAIN and that
makes my wound ooze more like the rainbow.
I read and then reread every time thinking that I will able to write a comment this time...everytime I am proved a failure and words get lost.
ReplyDeletemay be next time amiya da.
heart touching...
ReplyDeleteI loved these lines- "in search of two empty coffee cup in vain"
@ to touch...
ReplyDeleteTumi esechhiley ,
tumi ektukhani bosechhilay
neerob hoyechhilay... eito tomar
montobyo. Ar ki chai?
@ Apara
Atlast i honoured that I can touch
a heart made of steel. Yes Everything goes,
but two empty cup remains as the witness.