HEART –LAMP
Spread the churns of revolt… Cardland broke up.. & scattered
over Nycil road..
Sadness flew in neon
winkles… Rivulet dined in moonlight thru her navel ….
Navel on, she too
went to Darbari Canara …. ---like
a silly moon, pierced into dusts & Nycil---
Touched thou sperm before
a caterpillar… Bindi reached the crater of the earth …
And sky celebrated fiesta
fun thru lantern of the eyes …. ----
more surprise was kept in
Subarnarekha’s incest
from the lampstand of the earth.
MOON & THE SHEPHERD
God’s voice at His feet…
He said, “Hey Man, engage in war…
This pool of blood, this gunpowder… pool of smooth clouds
of all those peacocks
Across all the
Kurukhsetras….
Before the battle started & the war began, He gave Man uniform of the ocean…
---Life under the palms… ashani of fall from the tree & its branches…
Thereafter… ballad of rivulet
sang the woods---- towards the
poles….
Next full moon He would be a complete sky…---- Two eyes shall talk
all the strings of a Sitar…
---high n bright….—shoulders like the soil---- prayer submerged
in divine hair of birds---
Spread over the Horizon.
And after the Dinner & super
on that very day He shall impart Man the very art of painting….
Because moon also becomes a shepherd… ----
When He plays on His Divine Flute….
Third Floor
of God’s house I went to take on
rent… Calling bell rang the main
entrance …
--A renowned
artist came down the door n showed me d way--- step by sep.
Tiny
penthouse--- a divine blue
landscape between two windows, … scent of whitewash , blue branches
Hey
Bird-flier wind, have ye ever painted a Man….!
God laughed at my question… to draw up a Man ,
I frequent Kumartuli… but , that’s not my profession…
That’s my
only addiction… I liked d
room, n
alighted after paying a quarter year’s advance into his hands
Bohemian young
man of 42, He had a strong skeleton… stout body… solid structure… ( nicknamed
Unfriendly Banyan to neighbours…
too full of vanity)
Yesterday forest
gotta new tourist….
a river… a professor by profession…
Butterflies of multi hues
Bird-forgetting smiling sleeps… a spring skirt knee long…. Branch full of Richter chlorophyll… proud pigeon chirps
He knew how to love…. So He did not fear losing….
---- A fierce Moon, a shy river
immersed in Krishnachuda
geometry…. --- Acrelic Moon showed
not D Horizon….
His oldest
banyan tree floated the speedometer of d
Professor…. And “MARCHPAST” He
reverberates
That Summon
echoes like d echelons of the
Prophet’s Colosseum
A DIRTY GAME
One life ----- sky to land …
sad yellow sailor
One boat-sink---- seven stars’ grey dark river
One seagull------- Ashani under
the chin
One Poem----- Aged
suffocation… knit of heart…
One tempest full of weep---- Radioactive movements around d eyeballs
One Hillock--- Plough seeds of
Dynamite at all door crosses…
One prayer---- Cut ribbon, inaugurate God off masks n ribbons
One sin--- Lunar uniform divides ten fingers…
One question--- How the two
breasts fly wing like????
One love--- Plough Squirrel , exchange
violins at beach kiss…
One physique-----A Game, a dirty game
, And…. I PLAYED IT…..
MOON
Moon’S temp 107 Degree
Celsius…. , high alt… Flying n touching hands, legs, & mouth of the Moon
If u know how to fly,
flying is so very easy… Once u learn so, at least 15 types of blues… ---Sun
blue, Pole Blue, or , even Armstrong blue… ---everyone can toast his body
in Moon’s proximity…
Suffocating seatbelt exhilarating…. Glow worms throwing away
clouds of darkness off unsatisfied ovary…
Boson points flying like honeybees by the ears….
Monitor weaves the Moon Graph… Just 40% light.. rest , meshy Methane lands…. –unirrigated, small rivulets opening up thunders of thunderous
displeasure… --- soon movements shall gain
momentum, Penguin Chins shall
start shining…
Darkness of Night makes Lunar November More prominent… Ice cream fries within healthy winters …
Ice cubes hang off drowsy
sensors….
Monitor informs,
Lunar atmosphere is unfit for human cultivation…. But Boson
point numbers shall go up if sunrise ups by 20 degree at least … when Penguin’s color n physique
shall metamorphose… Adolescent
rivers shall grow
skylike pregnant…. Their Ejection shall make Green the Woods, the Sky &
the scurf….
Then, the plants of
Humanity shall live up like Fathom
Translated By Aninda Ghosh.
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Translated By Aninda Ghosh.
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