Saturday, June 25, 2016

One more time

Is it cold you are feeling?
Your shivering is making me shiver too, but there is an excruciating pain I am feeling at the back of my head that I cannot express in words.
I love this shirt of yours, it suits you. It makes you look elegant and corporate.
Look at me! Please!

Your hair is so disheveled, your eyes are vague, were you drinking tonight?
The leaves are not moving, it is the silence of graveyard, isn’t it?
Your phone, where is it? Never saw your without it. You always had some or the other thing to do with it. Yes, work.

You know, I am having this crushed feeling, behind the head, eyes, everywhere.
How would you know? My ramblings had never meant a thing to you.
Look!! The leaves are moving, nice breeze on your face. Your hair and face can feel the breeze now.
Oh, you don’t look happy about it. Why? Is it because you couldn’t ignite your cigarette in the breeze. I might suffocate you know. So may be, it is better this way.
I am already suffocating; you should not increase that pain.

Are you in love? Well, no, of course I know. All I want to know is, can you love again?
Your eyes are saying everything. I am still there, still inside your brain and heart.

But…

I am a corpse now.
I only exist in memories. This graveyard is my home now and there is no eternity.
So, my love, breathe. Breathe till you can, open your eyes. Fall in love.
Fall in love, one more time.
Again.

It is late, you should leave the graveyard now. You do not belong here.
If you need anything, you will always find me here.
Waiting for you.
Looking at you.

Beside you.

Loving you.

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

~Amendments~



There was forecast of a heavy storm...

There was this nice room with a big chandelier and a round table with two chairs. He pulled one chair with chivalry for her and then sit on the other one. Her red plum dress hugged her body perfectly, accentuating her curves. The short red hair and the black eyes made her look less than her actual age.

He was in his black shirt with two buttons open and torn faded jeans, something, about it was very casual, and unsettling for her nerves. Rimless glasses were covering his eyes and messy hair covering his forehead. He looked at her and she kept looking at the chandelier.

The red tabletop was bit too red and the plates were granite black. The spoons and forks worked silently without disturbing the silence between the people holding them. It wasn’t really an eloquent silent but a poignant silence in every possible way. Something about this silence has tried to speak loudly once, but it had died long back and now even their eyes have stopped looking at each other, stopping all chances of communication that could have been there.

He wanted to place his hand on her shoulder but put it on the back of her chair instead. She shivered, as if to feel his touch but did not react much. Third round of ice cubes clinked in the glass, the sound of pouring alcohol was clear, and he decided to reach for hand again, and then, he saw her hand trembling a little. His lips curved into a hidden smile, “she hasn’t gone far away, not yet” he thought.

She wanted to say something, but instead went for emptying the whole glass in one sip. He knew the mayhem inside her, as it was happening inside him too, ripping his heart apart and he knew, it is time for him to make amendments for that to her. He waited for her to put the papers on table, while going for the fourth round of whiskey and this time she finally put it on the table, in front of him- Their divorce paper.



Looking at the paper, he finally took her hand in one while offering the whiskey in another, brushing his lips on hers, breathing heavily... their eyes met…

There was forecast of a heavy storm...


Wednesday, March 09, 2016

Hurricane!

13 hours of flight, 6000+ kms, the excitement to experience the most besutiful city in the world and tasting some of the best food and wine, it was all there.

And, then........................

You happened!

YOU!!!

From the glitz and blitz, I met the beginning of my end.

The Hurricane in my peaceful existence.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Shada canvas

Tor amar ichhe gulo
Hothat kore elomelo;


Haat bariye hawar sathe
Sokal belar himel sheetey...

Urbe dhulo, uriye dhulo
Moner konay ichhe gulo;

Khatar vaanje rakhbo likhe
Thonter kone ushnota te;

Urbe dhonwa cha er cup e,
Canvas e te ronger chhaape.

Elomelo shobdora sab,
Hariye jachhe, urchhe bebaak.

Harate chai, notun kore
Abar bochhor koek pore,

Thaakbo aami ei khaane te
Tor mone te, tor smritite;

Tor aami, ar Amar Tui
Rupoli chul e amra dui,

Ichhe Dana melbo sedin
Ramdhonu te fer jhilmil.

Aaj tobe etukui thaak,
Biday bondhu, aasi aaj!

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