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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A drop of Water

A drop of water

Sometimes fragrant tears

sometimes ecstatic dewdrop,

sometimes in fiery desire,

sometimes in passion of excess

in a kiss .

That drop of water

sucked in the thirsty earth.

years pass

Decades pass

The centuries too....

Then one fine autumn dawn

your arms full

with trembling Sephali *

with shivering dew drops

form deep inside the earth

and my heart.

some where in between

a bleeding sky

Throbs.

* a very tender autumn flower.

@ amiyo