Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Disposables


What we were talking about
Just before sometime
Now, there is no word, no sound
Only a white noise of radio fills the air

Just before sometime
We were sitting here,
And the bonsai orange plant grew up to a tree,
Its leaves and branches reached out of the window
And it was all orange and
An afternoon in orange colour...

Now I see you standing below the street light
The city is wrapped in dusty fog.
From my sky high balcony I look at you
And the clock, hanging from my wall,
Melts down...

Just before sometime
A ball of thread dropped from my hand
And rolled down,
Like a little girl hopping through the staircase
Enmeshing me in a web of thoughts

A spider spins a web on my window
And a yellow butterfly searching for its way out
Just got stuck…
A noisy bird sitting on the electricity wire
Flew away, just before sometime
I cannot recall its name...
Just before sometime
The smoke coiled up;
Coiled up to the sky
And in a tempest
Everything blew away.
Everything… my bed, my table, my roof...
The wind rushed in through the window
And blew away the words from my notebook
The sodden floor got littered with words...

Just before sometime
A ball of thread dropped from my hand
And rolled down the staircase,
Following you…
         
I did not see you leaving
I can only smell the fragrance of your absence.

From here, I see the train leaving
Like a snake going inside a tunnel
Carrying the boxes of cacophony...

What we were talking just before sometime
Please try to remember; I got nothing is in my mind
Let us try to get back to our conversation
What we were talking just before sometimes...

Monday, February 7, 2011

Landscape: Khowai



Heart kept in the cup of my palm
Turned red with rust
The meandering route snakes
Through my body greyed with dust.

Now from the branches of eucalyptus
The crescent moons are hanging.
Thousands of moons
Fall and fill to bury me up
One by one

Each moon turns into a drop of tear
And flows away like a stream
A rain of moon:
Rain and rain,
Rain washes and erodes the flesh
from my rusted heart,
lump by lump

Rains, more it rains
And I sink in each rain drop

Landscape



Done with a ball-pen and colour corrected in Photoshop CS3.