I’m a ghost and you are a ghost
We all are ghosts.
Now we talk with the ghosts.
Ghosts are our friends and they are not at all ghostly.
We also live with and work with some living people.
But they are all ghosts and they are all very ghostly ghosts.
Ghosts
October 25, 2010
Metamorphosis of organs
October 21, 2010
Eyes do not believe what they see.
Nose doesn’t trust what it smells.
Ears do not agree with what they listen to.
Skin refuses to approve love and affection.
Tongue does not endorse sweetness.
Brain betrays to validate corrupt signals.
If such is the effect of growing age on someone
Someone have to sail searching peace of mind.
Always escaping
October 12, 2010
Life lives in future or past
depending on where you are
at present.
One too young
greedily looking to the top
of a time tree
for grabbing life fruit
or one too old
looking below
where it had fallen.
You spend or you
just waste time,
aspiring to taste
this fruit forbidden.
I saw the window but I saw no wall.
The open window greeted me to look through.
I saw promises and hopes waiting for me there.
I was very glad receiving such invitation of life.
I was in a hurry to hug life waiting for me.
Eagerly searching for a door now I walked
all along a concrete wall but found no door.
Wanting to comeback to the open window
I realized,I had already lost the window also.
Now you stood before me; a silent wall
as I continued to run to and fro impatiently
searching the lost window, searching a door;
while hiding it’s open window the wall elongated.
Too far isn’t far away
September 27, 2009
Too far I thought was the place
where I wanted to go far away.
Reaching there far away from you
that place I found was not too far.
Now that I lived in a place
not far away from you at all.
I could now reach to you instantly
but too far it was now I believed
I didn’t care
For a reason to sing
For you or me
For none there at all.
Time has now passed away
Songs are all gone
My vision’s now clouded
by million reasons.
Oh, such a great fall!
Uprooted plant
from its veins
transpires
water droplets
Before it dries
Before it dies
Uprooted plant
tries to sip in vain
water droplets
From the air unkind
Before it dries
Before it dies
When my expectations grow I start feeling worried
when my dreams approaches near I start feeling worried
when a relationship tends to turn closer I start feeling worried.
Life has taught me very well that expectations are very fragile.
Life has taught me very well that dreams are always unreachable
Life has taught me very well that realtionships are only to be broken.
Blame me not if I fear to come close to you.
Blame me not if I feel about myself untouchable.
Blame me not if I become agile to go back to my comfortable loneliness.
Forgive me if I have somehow broken your peace of mind.
Forgive me if I have somehow caused your heart pain for once.
Forgive me if I have somehow made you feel sick of my presence.
Please don’t insist me to come alive before you.
Please don’t insist me to live in a smokeless world.
Please don’t insist me to sing a song I have long forgotten.
Just do me a favor and tell me that you don’t like me.
Just do me a favor and tell it on my face very straight.
Just do me a favor and kick me out of your life without hesitation.
Just do me the favor before I melt in your affection and die.
Shivaji Dattatreya Pahinkar, Parbhani, Mumbai, now lost.
Debmalya Chakraborty, Agartala, Patna, now lost.
Tapas Bhattacharya, Agra, Patna, now lost.
Raja Chatterjee, Rourkela, Patna, now lost.
I’ve been searching friends whom I’ve lost
Somewhere in my past with whom I’ve also lost
a part of me and whom I wish to get back in my life.
to make myself a whole happy person right now.
They must have hidden themselves behind numbers
which I do not know, which I search almost everywhere.
Strongly I do believe my friends will respond me instantly
Only If I can dial exactly the ten digits they belong to.
I have those ten digits which only need be arranged
In proper order to reach each of them but I don’t know
Those few cherished combinations to reach them out.
These digits are so known yet so much unknown
Every time I fail to assemble them in desired order
To make them resemble to the faces of my lost friends!
Helplessly at last, I write this open note to you
To million hearts living in every degree, minute and second
Whom I expect will help me to reach out my lost friends on Earth.
Those red velvet roses resembled my heart.
I wished to place them right beside yours’
in the pretext of wishing a very happy birthday to you.
But they bloomed in the V.C’s garden in literary form.
Stealing was only way out for me to get them I thought.
I didn’t think it was a big crime that I must restrain.
The night was dark and also I was in a black costume.
Hardly could anyone separate me from the darkness
as I slithered inside the rosy rows secretly scrawling.
Only two things now glittered, my eyes and the scissors
as I plucked those roses and put them close to my heart
safely there within my robe, fresh and intact.
Now that I think of those roses years ahead of time
I feel to know if they could reach there close to your heart
I feel to know if you could see the thief and separated his wishes from them!
Poetry
June 18, 2009
Adam looked at the lonely moon.
Throughout the night he mused
he was all alone of his kind
unlike those lovely birds
unlike every other animal
who wandered in pairs around
till it was dark all around him.
He wished there be someone
also with him of his kind
as beautiful and tender for him.
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
Adam soulfully prayed for Eve.
Love collapsed.
Relations collapsed.
Friendship collapsed.
Bewildered I sat on a heap
Of wasted times which I reaped.
With the left over days in my hand
I sat confused what to do with them
before I threw them away, one…..by……one
Into the mudded pool which was also collapsed.
But soon they turned into lotus of my abstract thoughts
I glanced at them bemused how everything was transformed!
Time is that elephant to the blind.
Interpretations are varied in kind.
No one’s wrong in his perception
If considered one’s own limitation
Time’s too big an entity to behold
Within two eyes how can one hold
it’s changing color and shape true
It’s varied forms and run to and fro!
Time’s often a domesticated dog.
Minds frightened hide behind fog.
Faces in mirrors look like frog.
Going boneless is now in vogue.
Friends!
June 20, 2009
Do they hear footsteps fast?
How I wonder they better forecast!
Spring or Winter, how they come to know!
Before they come and before they go?
How I wonder they could foresee fate!
In coming and going I never see them late!
Friends! I do fear, both of them are true!
They come and go or just come to go.
Oh God, listen to me. I remain very thankful to thee
For the blows and woes of life as they come to me.
Comparing those of others before I try to make a cry
Saying that my sorrows are weighing more I feel shy.
In showering love and care you have been much kind.
Scope of saying I have not been cared I do not find.
Before putting me into the trials you’ve always been
Careful to give me the courage I have always seen.
Strength enough to bear the stress of life I’ve seen
You have always poured before the time me within.
Oh God, listen to me. I remain very thankful to thee.
For showering much more love and care upon me.
This time
as before
I did not
want to make
a mistake,
Mistake of
not saying
those three words
I thought you
surely longed
to hear
from me.
I thought
I shouldn’t
surely make
a mistake.
This time
instead
I said
in haste
those three words
and I
came to know
I made
a mistake.
Wants are fire
Flames are woe
Happiness is a flower
nourished by a shower
How can they live together do?
Money is honey
which you earn for need.
Which you earn by labor
Gives you happiness flavor
Makes you happy indeed.
Look at the eyes of a mother
As she feeds her kids.
Look at her she nurture!
How pretty the sculpture!
Look, look, how happiness breeds!
No one can make you happy
Happiness is a search within.
as long as you sow
the seeds of grief and woe
you are caught between.
Truth is also a lie
July 16, 2009
Truth isn’t what you tell.
Truth isn’t what I listen.
Truth is what I feel.
Truth isn’t what I write.
Truth isn’t what you read.
Truth is what you realize.
Truth is also a lie.
One more poem written
September 27, 2009
Dear ones.
This is just one more poem written
Which will not cease my pain or yours.
Which will only pass from me to you
And from you to someone else and
We all will share the joy of pain together.
And together we will enjoy the pain
Passing it from eye to eye and
brain to brain polluting virgin minds
Letting the world know how the mankind
Suffer and causes to suffer his and her
Dear ones.
This is just one more poem written
This is just one more poem written.
Life is much real without love.
You can feel it, touch it and decide
what’s good and bad for you
unlike when you’re in love
from beginning till the end
endlessly.
Love takes you away from you
somewhere to a place
where no friend can
truly reach to help you
to bring you back
to your true orbit of life.
The worst of it is,
it leaves you nowhere
alone in a desert deserted.
only if you can manage
to thrive alike a cactus,
may be there comes a day
when you feel,
love is not bitter alone
may be then you will
write a poem on love
which everyone will
but you appreciate.
And defying
openly regretting
when you’re all alone
will say to yourself
“Love costs too much’.
I’m not blind because I can see your faults.
I know someone
who wants to live with everyone
I also know someone else
who wants to live aloof from everyone
and I do realize
everyone loves none of them too much.
Everyone feel pity for someone.
Everyone feel jealous of someone else.
I feel I dislike
someone, someone else and everyone.
and I also feel
They dislike me.
