Indulgence

 'Chocolate pastry at midnight

And spin poetry around it

Then I thought to myself,

I want you to sleep tonight!

Not find me sitting next to you.

Nor you sitting next to the pastry.

Just close your eyes

And shut them tight!

Let not the glistening chocolate

Overwhelm the darkness behind!

Neither should the chocolate chips

Crackle in your dreams!

Nor the chocolate flakes

Should dissolve within!

Lest you are devoured,

By the aroma of the intoxicating cocoa,

I finished my cake!

I finished my poem!"

Care less

I will sit with you And not talk I will let the fried potato smudge the lipstick on my face And I will chew On your smiles Which you never gave My spoon and the fork were confused Which hand they wanted to hold The food was not so lavish Or even tastefully elaborate They were nervous To be sitting in front of you The gulab Jamun was too shy It wanted to run away From the sweetness you had flown me with The abandonment you had drowned me with I quietly mixed my rice with the cheese And the potato fries The cucumbers were cold Unattended like you have I held to my heart strong Told him not to belong To someone so childlike and innocent So beautiful and pleasant Because you did not see Your problems my shoulder carry You were so playful To even bother it was me I struggled to finish The jolly gulab jamun on my plate I strapped myself to patience As I cut slice through one The sweetness was tasteless The food was colourless Like my life had become After you decided to care less Hurriedly I skipped off my chair To breathe in the fresh air And walk far away from you And from your cold stare

The rain when you come

The rain when you come
You wash me with jubiliation 
I hear you roar
Like you were happy ever more
You beat against my heart beat
You rhyme me to your dance
Hugged to you in romance
With peace and joy kindled within
Fresh life and hope burning
The sound you pour me with
Silences all noise and chaos in Me
The rain when you come
I know I will marry you
You will lift me away
Liberate and set me free
For all that I bound myself to give
From all obligation and expectations
From all obstruction and endless notion
You are not red and you are not blue
You are not men and you are not untrue
I love you rain
For bringing me pecans joy so plain
For buying me what is sane
Reminding me what did I gain
You are so bold and yet so cold
You are so old and yet so young
You are not the noise
You are not the song
You are so strong
In my heart you belong
You ever so intrigue my feelings to mould

Chapter one page seven

26 September

Sunday 4 PM

A lot can happen over coffee

We are people without a game

People who do not look the same

People who wanted that fame

People with a name

Because we write poem

Rest is history waiting to happen

Friends become family

As I am wedded to my poems

We are on Chapter 1 Page Seven

Yellow Oliva

The hanky was yellow
and the copies were
That tray had hollowed trapizium
And the slam book had a square

I can go on Oli
If you want me to
Build a pathway from my poems
To catch you up over a Sunday

The smiles I wore below
Were the ones you drew for me
You held my hand
And walked me to a clear sky to see

When will they bring us the coffee
I will ask for a hot chocolate to melt
In my heart where you stay
Inside of a poem where I keep

stupid heart

Me and my stupid heart
The cupid with its dart
It stumbles and I fall
It fumbles and I crawl

Brewing love

Pillows I keep
You
I sleep into
Around and over you
Wearing you when I wake
With your arms still hugging my neck
Walk I inside of a dream
For I do not know my path
That will reach you
Probably I can not find
For you do not walk mine
Wander I
Among the trees
And the time precious that passes by
I stare at my thoughts and think
Into a blank I am consumed
By the hollowing emptiness of love
And the sorrow from the fullness of mine
On the reality when I stand
The bitter world bites
The enchanting dreams off my sleepless nights
I greet you
Sit beside you
Relishing your handshake
And your body smell
Your innocence so pink
Upon my wrinkled age dwell
Your smile so intoxicating
And gratitudes so heartfelt
I carry back to where I stepped off from
Punch them back into my pillow
That is pink and blue and dotted white and yellow
Like my dreams they are endless
Every roadway I meet you
We walk to live fulfilling lives
Except empty pathways I have been treading
All day alone and with my heart inside of my head
Lifting a heart heavy of love
For you
The songs I write for you
And the steps I would dance with you
The spoon and fork we share
As you lead me through that doorway
I am struck how you care
As you closely watched my steps on a heel
Lest I fall
Like you would catch
Lest I fall
Into a maze that I have created
Of you
The odour of love
Will not wear off me
As I sprinkle each night
Upon my senses
Your beautiful face
And your soul so adorable
And His ways of reaching you to me
Even if we did never exist
Like a prince in shining armour you appear
Like a damsel in distress you rescue
Me, Leaving me in awe
I linger on to my memories of the day
Running in my mind
Episodes of our sweet encounter
Those ever so untiring conversations
The colours you wear
Choose to etch on my life so
Colourless
Colour me with love
With You
Leaving me happy and tender
Vulnerable and unavailable with splendour
To you as we meet
Off my dreams
Those empty roads I walk toward you
Are the ones I create in my dreams
Finding you everywhere
Walking you hand in hand
Sleeping into you
Around and over you
Wearing you as I wake
With your arms still hugging my neck
Walking inside of a dream I create
For I do not know my way
That will lead to you

Box of lies

I feel drained and weak inside
You robbed me from the best I had
From my mom and from my dad
With a box of lies and false pride

I am here
As long as you hear
You heard
And then you tore and devoured

With the joy of love
The pain of wreckage
Of my dignity
Of my virginity

My innocence traded
Against your Lust I dreaded
My honour soiled
My body so moiled

You did not realise
I lied too
Let you believe
What you wanted me to

I watched you shake
And quiver with joy
Of all the lies you did make
I smirked under that ploy

You thought you tricked
Grinned as you shrieked
I thought I was a fool
To fall for your poems to drool

I laid you open like the spool
And then naked and baked
I cracked open your pool
Got you flowing unchecked

So much from my pretty voice and face
Wisdom inside behind the noisy preface
Like God, I massacred what was divine
You took, shredding your soul figurine

Your unquenched thirst
And hunger of lust
Had succumbed you to die
Under your box of lie

Vinita

Ever walked into an old Roman Museum
A sextant and the Orion
And Antiques of Colosseum

English Orchids and John Lennon
On the 1960s gramophone
Teaching the modernised Indian English language
With the Pheromone of a rich Bengali past

She reigns comfortably on the cushioned chair
Right seated next to Barren sir
Brewing stories from her flavoured romantic past
And her adventures in Bangalore

Serves the red hot wine she doth pour
To quench my curiosity I devour
It tasted sour and a little sweet
To my expectation she does meet

Vinita likes to be called Vinny
Wishing every time she were skinny
Forgetting how exotic and delighting she is
Always so elegant and full of wise

Poem in a corner

If I could I would,
         Engrave myself in this corner of Bakul's children library hearing and writing poetry.
If I could I would,
         Be that spider with freaking eight legs to walk through all the books and settle down on the                  poet's shoulder ready always to devour.
If I could I would,
         Be the hard drive of the camera and record what wonderful poetic inventions we have made in            each moment.
If I could I would,
         Be the poem you write so that you could read me to others and I hear others read their poems              aloud.
If I could I would,
         Be that jet flying free in the white sky singing my poetry aloud leaving the world astound.
If I could I would,
         Be the wind that flows through every window and could hear you sing your poems to self
If I could I would,
         Be that little brother who always fought and yet listened and cared
If I could I would,
         Be that fluorescent lemon yellow and draw your imagination and poems below
If I could I would,
         Be that morning sun to wake you up to a new day for you will have more poems to create.
If I could I would,
         Be that page that is without a corner sitting in this corner writing my poems forever and more.

Growing poetry

History, Mystery
Poems, Flames!

Growing poetry
In my garden thought
With the flowers and the joy
That you brought

History I teach
Till ancient times we reach
On your broken bench you sit
Wrote few lines out of it

I write some
Then you wrote few
They decorated the front page
And we grew

Branching each day
Rooting to what we love and live
We discover you
Into a family we weave

two poems created by kids
One sailed the boat
And the other followed
served us all in minutes!

Her

Every night that you spend with her
Is one which always belonged to me
The one you had always promised me of
A night that you always wanted

Every morning as you wake
Is one I will always wait upon
The one you shall never be able to deliver
A morning that begins without me

Every song that you hear
Is one that I was willing to learn
The one which will always be incomplete
A song that will ever be so meaningless

Every shirt that you wear 
Is one I always wanted to button
The one you said you would always let me choose
A shirt imprinted of my affection for you

Every time you drive to office
Is one I always waited for you to finish 
The one you took to fondle our future
An office which has not name

Nature's dessert

Clouds for my early breakfast
Two slices of sunshine for my morning tea

Drizzles for starter at Lunch
Hailstorms ligtening for main course
Chilled wind for my dessert

Cool breezes to my evening tea
Crunchy sunset to accompany

Twinkling stars to dine with
Milky moonlit night to drink
A silent night to rest my soul
Midnight adventures troll

Never farther

I am not pretty
I have not muscles
I read less
I am always a mess

I am not free
To choose my sexuality
To choose my individuality
But To choose Love and loyalty

I am not near
I do not hear
I could not bother
I am never farther

I am kind
I am forgiving
I am open
I am your friend forever

Rhyming

You eat poop
I will have soup
That’s quite rhyming

Now I said it 
You cannot repeat it
Just keep whining

My day shines bright
I am always right
You are always a plight

No Love

“I do not love you
I am not in love with you 
I can never be in love
I am not capable of love
I do not have love to give
I do not know if love exists
I no longer believe love can change
Love does not attract me
It is not love that matters
I cannot return love you give
I do not have love in me
Love does not bind me
Love does not make me kind
Love has left my body and soul
Love does not live inside of me 
Love does not love me
I do not love thee
Love has set me free
From you and from me”

Crumbled heart

“I see myself
Standing before you
My heart crumbling in my hand
Your wavering smile like a magic wand

I dance and I ache
To your tunes I break
Ah! What delight it is to you
Naked woman on a barbeque

To watch them stand in a queue
Waving and undressing
Craving and wailing
Over your heart untrue

Compassion gives in to passion
A heart unkind and devoid of human emotion
Love giving away to lust
Shattering alter ego to dust

Not a man but a beast you must
Die you will and you will rust
Not rest in peace or in heaven
Nor honour and liberation you shall be given”

You will lose your coven 
And receive all things worst 
Death, shame, melancholy, sickness and hunger 
From forgiveness and live away you will be driven

Your bubble of lie will burst 
You pie of beauty will crumble to crust 
Rattle and crawl and swim and slime 
You will be the ugliest worm not worth a dime

The separation

The trauma of separation
Devoured by desperation
I wait with vigour
For the morning sun to appear

Till I meet you
And you greet me too
Seated next to my arm
I nestle on your charm

Your spirit jolly and young
Stories from the world you belong
Are my window to liberation
Freeing from separation

Your Command

Painted my nails pink and rose My heart drenched yellow One you wouldn’t follow My stupid funny fellow

Your skin is yellow Golden is your brow Rose pink lips to allure Grey blue eyes to blur

My reason and my sanity My pride and my vanity Melt under your beauty Leaving me thirst through eternity

My love, where do you want me to go Sleepwalking in my dreams I follow I wonder what do you know Of my heart aching and breaking

My past quivers and shakes My body from my choices and mistakes A river of remorse flows below One you would never know

You hold my hand Wink as you walk by My obedience and silence you demand Follow you as you command

History is a thrill

History is a feast
Civics is the pill
Don't worry
I won't kill

Dates and names
You need to drill
Politics and games
Stories that thrill

Revolution in France
Started at the Bastille
While Novels were printed
Manuscripts written with a quil

I am a survivor

I am a survivor. 
I am a fighter. 
Like a phoenix, I rise.
Renewed vigour and wise.

I fall I crawl
Then I stand up tall
Ready to roll
Chasing my goal

The world reminded
Of what is flashy and sordid
That I am broken and weak
With no one and nothing to seek

I played along
To me Alone I belong
Picking on broken bits
Prayed by the wicked wits

I dare not stop
Lest the world will top
I only pulled harder
When the tide was sturdier

I sail on
To the unknown
Under the twilight star
And my dreams afar

Christmas poem

A day of wonder
Comes to wind
Tomorrow be kinder
New mysteries to find
A night full of dreams
On to a morning of promises
Smiles to carry
To a Christmas so merry

Like you knew

You and I
Are so close
Like we chose
To be
To see
The world together
Far or near
I follow you
Like you already knew
Creating new memories
Fighting the day's adversaries
Embarking on fresh adventures
Onto so promising a future

Colourful Dharitri

Watch me baby
Watch me..

Watch me pink
Watch me yellow
Watch me blue
When Sunday has a Monday to follow

Watch me at the PTM
And when I watch U chew green mango
Watch me like you always do
Cause I certainly do miss you

Watch me on a sports day
On a day with the green eyed monster
The day when I raised hell
Had the kids and principal yell

U certainly have enough to look
I wore pink flavour
My brows coloured indifference
I am dressed to spook

Watch me around sunset
When Dhauli is at its best
Watch as I hold on to my papa to school
Then come home to my mummy's to rest

Watch me when I cry red and blue
When U wipe my worries and fear
Hug me with the friendship glue
Making me wtach the sky so clear and day anew

Birds flying free
Into the canvas uneven
Life is like that
With the hell and heaven

Branches broken
Trees so shaken
Rooted still
Into the past

To grow into a tomorrow
Once again

Watch me when I tread onto success
For I will not forget
The times when U embraced all of my mess
That I was. That I am.

Watch me
As I look to you
You miss, are my courage
My comrade

My delight in the day
And peace at fall
My liberation afar
And conscience of call.

Thank you Pushpa Madam for suggesting a title for my poem

Pink heart

Pink was my shirt and black was my scooter 

Red was my heart and green eyed was the monster

Peanut brown tiramisu and cream white was the coffee

Sigh was my companion and boring was the movie

Colours of you

Sometimes it is pink
Sometimes it is yellow
Then it is red
What colours have you to follow

Lest I am dead
Like a corpse coloured lead
Laying on woods bundled to bed
Watching family friends parade

Ah! Such facade.
If only I had the colours of you
I'd paint everything anew

The grasses will be blue
The skies wearing a green hue
It will still be true
That you knew

Lead is my colour
Colours are for you

A cat understands

In love with Bhubaneswar xD
In love with my Cat ^^)
In love with my blanket

Old is gold

Old is gold
Young is a song
That doesn't last long

Old is wise
Young is stupid
Chasing the cupid

Old is enduring
Young is restless
Hapless and helpless

Old is beautiful
Young is a pimple
Hiding under a dimple

An accident

The morning Sun
Shone bright today like none
Inviting the rain
Wetting my lane

I rode my bike
To my work I like
I ran late
Kept everyone on wait

I started to question
Noted all their suggestion
Pulled the information
While my researcher drew conclusion

Finished and free
It was a moment of glee
She had the town to see
To buy home an odiya saree

As we sat down to eat
The rain started to beat
The dust out of the soiled path
Avenged the Sun's wrath

Relishing Ranveer kapoor on TV
Mutton biryani was heavy
Listening to the music of rain
I thought I was sane

Until I drove homeward
Got hit by a retard
My head almost squashed
If not the Tyre had dashed

I survived another day
My brains intact and gay
To another interview tomorrow
Start life from zero

I am possible

You carried us

Carried us well
While doing your work
Telling the world
What is possible
What is capable
You chose perfection
Set high ambition
You reached your goal
And taught them all
Tender and tough
Soft or rough
To keep moving
To keep winning
Is possible
You grew us a garden
Which we believed never existed
And drew pathways
When we were trapped in the maze
You were effortless
But never hopeless
You were left helpless
But you couldn't care less
That makes you my hero
Well I am the zero
For me to start afresh
From life that is a mess

Happy mothers day