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Minati

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

Raag Komal Rishabh Aasavari - Pandit D.V. Paluskar

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

Some other time

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 .