LOVER’S LOST LOVE

LOVER’S LOST LOVE

Present scene: Bathing together in a pond.

No, she is not here. I am remembering the past.

She was the young, nearly of my same age.

Spreading of attraction, many times binding hands

Pull her into chest around the neck.

Picture: swimming

Village pond allows swimming mood,

It can give space for long bathing kingdom,

One can be drowned in its water, in rosy syndrome,

But this is not happened always.

It has no courage to give villagers this scope.

She was drowned many years ago,

Floating I am.

From village to city, one sound.

I do not want to repeat her name.

She is on her best life. I can’t follow.

LOVE IN RAIN

I remember the days, when

She was first with me in rain,

And we sat on the bank of this pond

For long, dancing in emotion,

To stretch hands to catch rain-drops,

Having our bodies wet in water

Of rain, with great excitement,

That we felt skin touch

To melt in exultation,

Now memory fills my mind.

Rain was her favorite language

To pronounce love to take me, to

Ripe focus of untold expression,

And she was obvious to perpetuate

Love in my presence, happy dreams,

And every rainy season she sat on

Cemented stairs, built going down to

Middle of the pond, and she made

Every move sure to gain love,

Even one day she pushed me in pond

When it was raining heavily,

Swiftly I came out of the pond swimming,

And embraced her, it was euphoric.

Today I sit alone, she left me many

Years ago with someone she found best,

The sky brings rain; cloud is full of tears,

I am alone to remember blank raining visuals.

  

FIRST KISS

This picture gives me memories of past

That I carry always across travelling to present living

You sent a message in in-box of Facebook,

You explained difference between you and me,

Hurting my heart, mind and body,

But love is not a presence of dogma, it is sense.

It is not only a word; also a migration in loving nutshell

Literally it is felt proudly

Into the mind of people, invites a cord of

Individual feelings, even if you stay thousands miles

Away, it makes everyone warrior after first kiss,

That makes us smaller to greater to feel proud.

You cannot break away from that great touching

Mood of holding neck to feel body warm,

Splitting from its feeling is like trilling sense of love.

May be I am at lapse of my understanding you,

You are woman, you are creator, you are Desdemona.

You are my heaven, I do never do abuse you.  

I always walk in chatting through a single line,

With performing quality of love,

I never want to see you as my rival.

Yet you make distance from me,

As if I am a stranger, as if you finished shopping

In a BIGBAZAR and finished your journey,

And I am searching you in that blue light zone of

Mall, and my hands are empty.

Being keener in my first love, I am still spent time

For you, dear. I am free for your love.

Please read these lines.

Words have power to live together here.

FORGOTTEN LOVE

Only thing I remember I have to leave,

I want to erase everything that I bear so long,

Her words resonate in mind,

“You do what you can do.”

Lingering with the thinking,

It will upset me, I cannot move

Or search for love all the time

And cannot make me locked in sad feelings,

She thinks life is funny and strange too,

The road I am passing in this night

Is full of vibrating lights, it means

I have to make choice of love

That is my own, and she thinks right,

Strangeness is the charm,

Even if the bridge I am passing is lonely,

Still it is determined to feel “I” is one endurance.  

  

LOST LOVE

Raindrops scare themselves,

Wet leaves make no noise, but

Hold tears of lost love. 

DREAM

All boxes are stacked.  

It takes so much time to get

All boxes with different colors

To carry voices across road to sky,

It has to take plan on the way,

To make the big blue glide in

Loving touches of inspiration

To walk forward, into lyrics of mind.

Motive ventures for activity.

Your room filled with trajectory

Of light, and you like to travel

With wings, prizes are seldom won.

I photographed a few boxes

Those are painted with exploring

Cascade of dream, on the track,

I move almost silently. 

HAIKU

I follow shadow,

Blossom is great, long is life,

I forget its tonnage.   

HAIKU

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Reader reads,

Knowledge to conquer mind

Resolves social life. 

Short story slam week 52: READING

I never go out with my son

When he was child, because

Finance did not permit that situation,

King is mind, saint is not my attitude.

Now I do not go out with my grandson,

It is not that finance is not felt enough

For that scope, it is still in scarcity.

Mind has a motive, I can afford it.

I discover that my grandson is waiting for

Something new, reading, writing and playing,

His young mind can marry prized motive

That can spread life like a small butterfly,

And make acquaintance with all basics

Those can bloom with creativity for new world,

But I cannot do that, his parents think

Reading, writing, playing can flourish in curriculum.

I fear trails and tails of that young mind

May travel in barbed fence, and the world

Will see a general view of that custody,

Which preserves obedience to the king.

LOVING SILVER SWAN: Short story slam week 49

Between two silver swans, a fairy lady stands, a simple beauty to guide light for those who are wild at whims of hazy understanding.

She stays in such a way that one can think of lovely appearance of peace, sticky dark may disappear from this fairy land, into the sky, and no fear stays, one can live with honor, its process bears no anxiety, and this comes effortlessly by the way of singing of swans, in a garden of charming trees, settled down at this exotic place without vanity.

This serenade of mystery of beauty, in fairy morning, creates future of life, with songs of birds, over conscience of love, along the life’s intention, with hope of dwelling peacefully.

Dreaming for a while

We stop at a place where

Fairy queen equals

Inequalities and binds

Images with dreams.

Short story slam week 49: NEGATION OF LIFE

Short story slam week 49: NEGATION OF LIFE

Today I have learnt I have no place in this world, and so long I have traveled places to places, without any gratification from all people whom I am supposed to be my intimate, and find that these self-destined people hate me, and they think that I am only culprit to deny their demands, as the world is theirs, and I am their boss to fulfill their unforeseen whims those are so violent that I cannot follow their motive to locate the world from where they will gain everything they want, and I am their mistakenly chosen person of granting dream land. They think I have no dream, I have no whim, I have no demand, I have no fairy land, I cannot have beautiful nights, I have no passage for seeing the world in my way of living intertwine, I need no counselling, I cannot enjoy beauty of life.  I cannot act in the way of act of rejuvenation with love, sympathy and promise.

In a moonlit night

I come across a fairy land,

Tales of life with dream,

Beneath the starry sky,

I cannot stand in this life.  .

SILVER SWAN

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Short story slam week 49, July 21---August 7, 2016, Silver Swan poetic stories of romance and mystery

I want to be happy,

After a long simmering wave in the day,

A stress put into body and mind,

I want to be proud and

Happy, clearing stench air,

Leaving surges of invisible necessities,

Paving into a dreaming silver lake, with

Eyes dipped into loving galaxy,  

Like fairy lady looking at morning lights,

In blue joy, with white swans.

O fairy lady, come with coolness,

And take me to the world, where

Riddle of worldly affair disappears,

Far away from this warring zone,

I want to live, with caring aroma, at

A fantastic land where cool lake and

Fairy garden form rhythm in swimming,

Not forming a suffocating nebula,

But to move like a brave swan around a

Dreaming lady playing with loving blossoms,

And I can be free with a vision for a long time

More than what I am enjoying

When I was in an earthly dream,

This journey will raise a name of love.

Short story slam week 48, Indians are good folks! - I AM NOT ANOTHER PERSON

A fairy lady beauty spread out a falcon in one hand and stood on the path of dreaming.

I came upon her way and she asked me, “Wait!”  It was awesome, and her eyes are marvelously fixed deep into a location imagined to be a city. Her adoring attitude and beauty supposed to touch love and beauty to steal my heart. And she said, “You all live at places those carry broken modules, blinded with overspreading loneliness. I come here to convince you, life is hopeful, Love is not bubbled out.” It seemed to me, I was just standing before the city gate. And she offered me a falcon that can rule the awkward birds those forgot to establish love in the kingdom, where mirror is money. Trees are there, but flowers are popcorn.

I looked at the bottom, dropped my views, signaled for nothingness. I am not equal to that task.

I woke up and looked for her all around, and it seemed nothing had happened. It is a dreaming balm. I am not another person.

The moon embraces

The night sky. Expectation

Does not turn eyes

Into madness as it is yours,

Not theirs. Learn gladness for all.        

Short story slam week 46: escape, June 9--June 26, 2016: ESCAPE

I love a good fortune

A sweet memo of much acclaimed route

For next alleviation,

I make dominant prayers

And I make some impressions, 

Dogs come in the way of reflections.

And dogs unfairly takes up assets,

Regularly they send gifts loaded with whims,

Their hairy skins choose demanding stakes at random,

I do not want this predominant assault,

Escape is then a prediction,

I want right’s reality or termination instead.

BOU BHAAT

BouBhaat, conventional Bengali wedding ritual, 

On second day of marriage, groom's family arranges  

a dish with Rice, Ghee, Vegetable-curry,  

Fish curry, on a Kansa Thali along with  

Curd and Sweets, All are at visible and  

functional way followed by a reception party.  

The groom offers this Thali to bride, saying that 

he will take responsibility of maintaining 

the bride's all needs of life, including saris 

To wear for whole life of staying together in the family. 

A familiar way of showing love and responsibility. 

Rice, Ghee, Fish Curry,  

Curd, Sweets, on a Kansa Thali, 

Foods for bride, image  

Of life, groom offers it to her 

With promises, rhythm, love. 

This delicious food, 

On wedding day to honor 

His bride in family,  

He calls  the day their own  

How careful he would be.