Been all that and more…

A sincere 12^th player

A silent observer

A stalker

A lover

Cared for and cursed by

A loner

And a seeker.

Been there

Never belonged

Judged, criticized, slapped

Compensated cruelly.

If the stray curls close to the door

Where does it belong?

Image Courtesy : Anirban Chakraborty

Amidst everything, I get old.

Random steps

Nowhere they lead to

A journey alone

And destination unknown.

The birds there

Must have told you

With them for so long

But to them you don’t belong…

Walking for years now

On same path
I’ve made a mark

Of my presence

…persistence.

No, I’m not complaining

I was made for you

(To be ruined by you).

You have not forgotten me

Just can’t

I believe in it

I believe in the silence around.

--x-x---

The tiny little droplets

Slowly drip away

But remember one thing;

Amidst everything

I get old.

On World Photography Day

Insect on a canna lily

                                                "Let there be light."

Photo courtesy: Anirban Chakraborty

Camera Model : Nikon D5000, Nikkor 18-55 VR lens

SPRING

Spring shall come forth

Teeming blazing water upon ice

Tingling the breaths…….

Shall come as stress lines upon forehead

Sweeping away hardships

Ascending the rugged mountains

It will gush down as rivers

Laying backdrops

Blossoming colours

Modeled as per wishes

Would sprout blithely into the womb.

ps: Can't really express how lucky I am to have posted this. Here comes a unique blend of relations..emotions... The Image comes from my Best Friend, a painting which depicts the aura of spring while the Verse comes from my Dad's book Aur Kuch Nahi Toh, a translation of his Hindi poem Basant.

Muses, I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.

Various Verses…

(1)

Reflected me

It shone my beauty

That Thespian hero gazed into the pool

But you lured me into those two

I plunged

I drowned

I lived.

…

(2)

No you haven’t told me

In dull, insipid words

But I could listen

In your silence

Or read between those words

Which were left fumbling

For me to ponder…

…

(3)

Thick blue mist hovered

Nebula threw up that genie

And he asked me to make three.

I wished you

I wished you

I wished you.

He told me I wasted two.

I replied, he wasted three.

He smiled and moved on…

Image Illustration: Painting by Anirban Chakraborty.

Oil pastel, 2002, took about a month’s time. One of Artist’s personal favourites, mine as well.