Mother

 

  Mother

That young beggar on Bagbazar Platform

That mad woman 

with rags on her body

with massses of unkempt hair.

who laughs

who cries 

who screams at people going nowhere,

who lives on charities

on abuses and stones thrown 

at her by children, 

is going to be a " Mother".

The lame father smiles.

On one rainy evening

fellow nomadic beggar women

sat around her with comforting hands.

Rain falling

Thunders clapping

winds howling 

and she screams with an unknown pain,

Her screams pierced the universe.

Then all of a sudden

All became still

Silent.

A wailing came ...

The universe laughed ,

The assembly laughed

The baby arrived, half realizing

the mother held the baby close

Milk  oozed into the fumbling mouth,

tears rolled down mothers cheek,

the world stared at the divine mother,

The proud lame father

threw the crutch over and danced

Intoxicated.

None whatsoever

 

The Obligation


The half naked woman reads
"Fifty shades of grey"
on a rocking chair,
Rats scamper hesitantly
underneath.


And somewhere else
senile old man
gets smothered
by a speeding 30 c,
street lamps on VI P rejoice,
You and I exist
in our artificial  copulation
remembering Buladi
and the soft rubber 
underneath our pillow.


Bloody ganga flows
kasmir and Nepal burns
let babies and the mothers 
get slaughtered in gujrat or malabar,
Who cares
WHO CARES


yet half naked woman
rehearses for american Idol
with pierced throat,
Let this world go to hell
Let all the DEAD march to Maidan,
 Let the Helpless mobile
shriek in anguish for love


You and I this morning
are not the same as we were 
last night,
somewhere in between
billions of waves got extinct.


Let us close our doors
We have no obligation
NONE WHATSOEVER.


@ amiyo

Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (HD)

Rag Bhupali

 

End of Morning raga

Non essential love survives 

in friction,

" Lakhsman Rekha"

multiplies Loneliness

day by day

day by dday.

That word is not said

the day comes to an end,

Heart bleeds with  Bhupali raga,

At the sunset

emptiness spreads to the horizon.

That word is not heard,

Night ends hand in hand 

with Bhairabi raga,

Tearful humming goes to sleep.

agonising " WAIT "

lives with hope

with the fragrant morning air.

@Amiyo

The Sandlewood

 

A Fairy tell

Amiya Chatterjee	10:41 AM (1 hour ago)
to nivedita

There was a princess. She was beautiful.

One morning when she woke up she still half asleep felt a

fragrance. It was beautiful . She smiled . She looked for the source 

of the fragrance and finally found it 

It was a piece of Sandal wood. She loved it . She held it to her chest , she held it in her arms , she put it under the pillow, over the pillow, on her work table

, she danced with it , she sang for it.The fragrance of the sandalwood followed her every where  as if it said " I love you little girl "

Every night the princess went to bed  with the sandalwood next to her pillow. She fell in sleep with the fragrance . Every morning she woke up with the fragrance hanging round her.

One day she thought , she should have a box to keep the sandalwood in.

She started praying hard, very hard. A few days passed. Then one fine morning when she woke up she found a Beautiful ornamented box next to her pillow. She was overjoyed. She could now Captivate the  fragrance of sandalwood forever.

So she brought the piece of sandalwood and tried to keep it inside the box.

But sadly the piece wouldnt fit into the box. whatever way she tried , the piece wouldnt go completely, and always an edge stuck out.

Then the princes brought a sharp knife and cut the edge of the sandalwood which stuck out.She was desperate. She kept on cutting edges which appeared to refuse to fit in the box,The princess cried and cried.She fell asleep. In her sleep she dreamt. The sandalwood  appeared and said" you cut me so much that I am bleeding . I cannot stay with you any more. I am going back to my home in the forest. You cut many chips from my body. Keep them into that box.In the evening when you sit in your prayer room burn one chip as your incense. I shall then be with you, hugging you. Good bye my princess"

The princes woke up only to find the box next to her pillow. It was full of Sandalwood chips which she cut for many many days .

Broken Mirror

 

( on a ride  in Metro, bits of  words , phrases 
and lots of unspoken emotions)


       Broken Mirror

* Next station  Shovabazar,platform------
*No...no ... I told him 
What ...??
* I said ,with him--------
* yes at ten
* Mr despandey said.....* 
* Ok  we shall see--------
* I want you.... I want you*
* at night .....in the bed------
* he s rather extreme----yet*
* I really-----
* No I dont have any class,yes we can....
* Drama ?? Rudra ???.......
* Doors are closing
* Deshpandey was talking about some expenses
* Pleasssse, be patient, Dont you know my state??
* Yes , Bornali will come too
* Dont like coffee House these days------*
*Yes ...difference in age....
* Yes he extracts that well, very well...hahaha
* Next station Shyambazar.......on the right side
* I want you ....I want .....
* Dekhey bina  nahi chayan......suratiya......
* Want you ....want you


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