Wednesday Blues & A Pair of Shoes

(Last day) Rain was there from haze to torrential.

Continue reading

Advertisements

14th August

Janmastami sky blanketed; lights of city making it red

The Park Street 42 color in tri-color glittering flouroscently

‘morrow is Independence Day, seventieth it will be.

Serenity of calmness beckoning to write something blue.

A day passed; a year subtracted from the forever promised.

The thoughts are riding fast; Aix is far still it is close it’s seems.

The drowsy bypass shaking up from drowsiness with zip

Of cars, buses, bikes before reinstalling the interim silence.

The flattering of Pujabarshiki saying puja is not far,

The autumn is not so far; the wind nocturnal is calm

Surprisingly ’cause there was no shower to-day.

The curtains of southern windows are clapping on my legs

Before slapping on the girth. A quietness coming up–

From this phantom zone where I lie; a hazy made-path

Entwined between the conceive & the creation.

The reality of life I keep vaulted in the darkness of the night.


  1. Janmastami marks the day Krishna born.
  2. Aix is referred to the poem “How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix” (1845) by Robert Browning.
  3. Pujabarshiki is Annual Magazine available a couple of months before Durgapuja. Almost all magazines bring out this annual special issue.

Daily Prompt: Prickle

Unwanted Poem

FIRST OF ALL

THIS POEM WAS NOT

SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN


the whisper of stars muffled by clouds

the breeze of early night is dry though

slowly softly city humdrum slowing

the tired breath of my week end soul

yearning for the caress of calmness;

to lie down immobile & comatose.

I shut, after a fight of glory, self;

thoughts need arrangement all of–

sudden like my dear books almirah.

I want to organize my words;

their deep whisperings rumbling.

I need silence; want to be deaf

’cause this poem I don’t want to write.


LAST OF ALL THIS POEM WAS NOT

I WANT TO WRITE TONIGHT

LIKE MANY OTHER POEMS

LIKE MANY OTHER NIGHTS



Daily Prompt: Organize