14 August 2014

She lives with the Jehlam
Her friends Firdaus, Rumi, and a would be monk ...
She sips evening tea with them and talks life

Firdaus talks Rumi and the would be monk talks Buddha
Rumi and Buddha
In search of a soul

Long ago ... many years before she met Firdaus 
Even before she went to the Jehlam
She met with the monk

She sat and talked with the monk
But never saw him
Never saw his face

Many years after
She met with him again
With Firdaus and Rumi ... she saw a new monk

They sipped tea together and talked life 
Many years after
Firdaus, Rumi, and the monk

07 June 2010


As it rains this evening, and

I try to touch her ...

A judge in Bhopal gives verdict

Twenty-five years ... after

Twenty-thousand lives ...

Waited for a drop

Twenty-five weeks ... after

Twenty-thousand moments

and

A single drop

As I see them twenty-five years after

That horrible night

I see their stained skin ...

Deformed head like

a

bladerless footbal

Lifeless life

All waited for a drop

I wanted to touch her ...

Twenty-five years ... after

that

Dreadful day

07 January 2010

Saw that sharkish figure today
Sharkish look and sharkish teeth
Little Jesus ... too little ...
'Word within a word
Unable to speak a word'

05 January 2010

I met Mr Bedi ... during Christmas
Tall ever-smiling Mr Bedi in his chocolate shop ...
His twenty-years old ... chocolate shop
On Mall Road ... the blue turbaned Santa
Offered me a cup hot chocolate ...
Mall Road ... too long ... too cold
Mr Bedi's shop is very cozy ... temperate ...
Little Buddha and little Jesus sat with me there
We had our holy drink together ...

31 December 2009

Happy birthday … to my long lost friend
Haven’t seen you for a long time …
Five years ago, we met near church gate
Or may be at Santa Cruz
Can’t remember …

Now
Hot afternoon

I remember your old cycle
Old books …
Old bag …
Old pen …

Old days …
Old years …
Old desires …

10 August 2009

I remember my long ... childhood mornings
When Ma would feed me breakfast ...
Steamed rice, mustard oil and a bifurcated boiled egg ...
I remember Ma meticulously bisecting that white wonder...

In December, I wouldt visit my Mashi ...
Sitting beside my Ma, I would try to see Kolkata through the Stained glass of Kamrupa Express ...
Mystic fog and ...white wonder ...

I would talk to Ma ... and would eat with her ...
My 'own' meal in Kamrupa Express ...

Ma would look at me and smile ...
I would be busy then with 'wonder' food...

Today I see her again ...
In my idle mornings in this impossible city ...
Waiting for me ...



07 July 2009

Brishti writes to me:
'I heard you had been to the sea..
and touched that blue love...
and walked on the salted beach...
I had never been to a sea...
never touched that blue...
never saw any seagull...'