The Peacock and her mirrors

Fanned out like a peacock
She coo-ed and preened
As though gazing at a mirror
She bedecked her gown sequinned.

Enrapt, her mirrors shone back
They eyes alert just for a byte.
Hanging on to every move
As though they'd miss a strain.

Taking her own sweet time,
"Drummer, guitarist, check!
The mic's jarring, bring another
Before I loose my bearings"

The mirror are restless, roving
And flashing some impatience.
A chant starts up, she hears,
"We want this to begin!"

With a laugh on her lips,
A scarred smirk in her eyes,
Like trapped canary,
She begins to sing...

For the one that got away

Crying for what is lost,

Smiling for the same,

And then poker-faced all thorough;

A paradoxical life she leads.

Tomorrow brings hope...

Will it be prettier than today?

Although yesterday’s beauty

Has yet a way to fade.

Look I into dreams

Or memories are these?

The mind boggles and baulks

As the rose tint goes dark.

Yearning for simpler times

When what was mine, was mine.

Now even the next hour seems

As though it is unreal.

Take not the colours from my life,

I seek to see again.

Give me back my happiness

And all that once was mine.

A Possible Resurrection

Something’s happened inside,

The writing bug’s not alive.

Slowly, surely, something….

Something gnawed away within.

Once a poetic epicenter,

Now a daunting ruin.

As prose decayed on the lips,

The poet perished within.

No sunny days to laugh about,

Rains don’t break the grimace.

A perpetual haze surrounds it.

Impermeable, time stands still.

A shaft of light yet shines through,

Stabbing cracks in the resilient haze.

Is this sweet promise

Or an illusion of the same?

Soon, soon we shall know,

Has the bug moved on or stayed.

Then, only then can we begin

Considering how to evolve, innovate

All that I can be!

Strange how I don't see,
All the things that I can be!
A hundred chances and opportunities,
Lending a plethora of possibilities!
Every colour nature lends herself,
Each streak, a path to joy!

Then along came he,
Keeping me company,
Promised, sworn in, wed-locked,
Into glorious harmony!

Look how much I suddenly see!
Not just for him but also me!
It’s as though from a life before…
Now it’s become so much more,
With him besides me.

Every window, a reverie,
The doors open to unending fields.
A new world summoned forth to me,
Weaving the old and practicable new,
His hand in mine, we take giant strides,
Aiming to covet every dream!

momma!

There surely is some magic about her
The flash of a smile brings out joy and laughter
Now I wonder just how she weaves her spell
Through her every word, movement and smell.
Treating all as she would herself,
Moulding us, her little elves.
With a swish and flick, we looked slick,
A gentle fill & a happy tummy rumbles,
The great outdoors, guided by her hand,
Up trees and down pits,
Bandaged knees and fingertips
Slowly we grew, in her robust care,
From teeny-meeny to this!
Treating all alike with love and care,
Granpa, granma and papa bear!
All I hope for, all I wish
Is to be like her, a lady ideal.

Ah Calcutta!

I hear around me
Pseudo desi-pardesis
Fake, accented English
English accented Bengali
Born yesterday
Dreaming tomorrow
Living and breathing
A borrowed country's reams

Ah lecherous pigs of Kolly
Your every smirk, wink, is a folly
The men think they're jolly
And the women, all dollies.
Prancing, dueling around willfully
Accusing not self, but society.

Give me a 'madrasan' any day
In work he squanders his night and day
Dare he raise his leering stare
quickly shamed in but one glare
He knows how to respect his equals,
His demeanour evokes graceful volumes

Hazy Demise

Menacingly it waits
Looming, ominous pallor
A blotch on the horizon.

Slowly obscurity sets in
Cows, birds shake and tremble,
As the murky beast advances

Darker and darker it gets,
Masking the dusk palette,
Shrouding human regret.

It’s not in the wind’s power
To shake off this fallen tower
Heavy with ashes and dirt.

Watch it with baited breath
Plundering fortunes of the realm
Wonder what the outcome will be?

Though the monster lost,
Earth is now trauma fraught,
Not a blade grows, none alive.

Through your eyes

Someday I’ll be famous,
Someday I’ll be free!
Tied down only and only
By chains of my creativity!

One day I’ll look back
One Day I’ll believe
That all this I go through
Turned my nerves to steel!

Maybe then I’ll see what you see
Maybe then the Diva will shine
Looking down from that pedestal
Made on hard work and toil.

The Past won’t go away,
It grows older day by day
A li'l more experience, a bit more wise
A strong platform for building life.

That day we’ll be together
That day you’ll look in my eyes
How far we came together
How much more there is to survive.

Today I look in your eyes.
Today I take you for mine.
Together we'll live out life,
Through your steadfast eyes.

It's love! :)

Wakefully sleepy mornings
Chilly, yet warm evenings
Faerie nights on burning ice
Sheltered by secretive walls.
Blanketed in your warmth,
Snug and protected,
For all this I am beholden,
Intact yet incomplete.
Golden conspiracies
Mentored meetings
Missed coincidences
Spell out our story
Like the weather,
Never sure ‘til it’s here.
A little magic twirls in
Leaves eyes sparkling within
Hearts beating so loud
Drumming booming thumps.
Music unknown fills our ears
Exuding fumes of love
Inexorably adoring the heart
Little red darts dance
Happy nuggets are now our world!

Love and laughter

Every time I look at you,
Naughty mischief comes straight through!
Dancing, prancing, romancing,
Jilting me with every move.
Little phrases of laughter,
Heady swirls of fun,
Always out there,
In the bright, happy sun!
Tinkling like chimes,
Your stifled giggles rhyme,
Imitating their tender notes,
Uplifting my heart and mind!
A dose of this each day,
And we know everything’s just fine!

Inane imaginings of the future

Imagine the harrowing day
When crass will be mainstay
In song, dance, romances
Nothing pure, hidden remains.
Famous English dictionaries
Discarded, battered, thrown away.
Useless in a reduced world
Where actions, disgusting, revolting,
Speak louder than than 'mere' words

Bubbly dreams

Wallowing in my bed
Wandering inside my head
Dreams bobbing along
Like leaves in a rippling pond
Pick ‘em as you please
A new one each time, you see
Different colours, notes, textures
A myriad hues it takes muster
For a single dream to be known.

How the heart aches

The fields are green,
The puddles have gone,
Yet 'neath the trees it rains…

Your smiles and wiles,
In my memories shine,
Like thunder, I feel the pain…

Numbing my mind,
Remember better times,
Quietly my heart aches…

Clear last days,
Blurry last moments,
Yearning your eye for detail…

Tough to plough,
Through each day,
Knowing you'll never return…

Of love and sacrifice

As the sweat beats slow retreat
To the fringe of my cotton tunic
Wistfully wait and wonder I
Why love is sweet yet chronic.

Coming, going, hanging about,
Memories of you flit around,
A sudden breeze on a clear day,
The restful chirpings of night.

Gallantly wandering,
Lost, nowhere,
Untied yet tethered
To your loving lair.

Here I am, a somebody
Marching towards a picture
That depicts rather vaguely
A person I must embody.

From you, to yours and myself
I dance, a balancing act at hand!
Can't ripen every fruit in the tree
But I'll do the best I can.

A one-way street

Wore my heart on my sleeve,
Got left out in the deep.
Gave away too much,
Too late to squeal
When all is redeemed,
Pride will still hurt so!
Knowing that what's given,
Will never be answered.
That once taken,
Forever conquered.

Goody Two Shoes

Pious at Lent
Promiscuous through the year
Unafraid for your soul,
On every day but those.

A show of charity to save your hide,
Feeling disgust, feigning pride!
Many faces to up-keep
For each shallow ‘reality’.

Try hard to be gentle, well-spoken
Generally, as good as ought to be.
Shamming qualities akin to bamboo
Their propriety needs deep roots.

Why try so hard, stoop so low
Attempting to right,
In but a handful of days,
A year’s worth of woes!

Together

Can't get the words to form
A song to which I belong
Sorry, unspoken thorns
Whisper as the night prolongs

I see your gentle lips
Uttering quiet words of bliss
Making me wonder of 'what if?'...
Yours or mine, whose loss is this?

When the world felt too close,
You pushed it away.
When I was alone,
You were there to stay

Separately, togetherness was ideal
On merging questions arose
A might little demon army,
It's ugly head reared.

Like the two sides of a coin,
Together, yet not,
We fought
Slashing at demons till dead.

Here and now,
Hand in hand
Side by side
Forever we stand

Featuring the Future, picturing the Past

Disconnected from today
In each and every way
What holds for us tomorrow
I could certainly never say

Reviving old memories
Photographs and letters in writing
Feel the pain of growing
Growing up and forgetting.

What was once is not again...
What time has rendered
And then changed
Yet we worked on in vain

Marching ants through the past
Hoping for release from the dark
Trying, going against grain
To make future and past the same.

It's no use, my dear
In rewind, Past remains.
Look forward this day and see
The sunshine tomorrow brings clear.

Beautiful beginnings

Silver drops of sunshine,
Against a moonlit sky.
Blue skies and purple clouds,
Glistening, thunderous edges,
Let in this glorious dawn...

A new beginning,
A fresh start,
Like spring after winter,
A chance to turn around,
Take the mundane out of life!

Rains wash away wounds,
Bury sorrows and worries.
Slept over, wake up, look ahead...
A light shines just for you...
An eternity of sunny fame!

Balloon in the sky!

What's it like
To be a balloon in the sky
Flying so high...
No worries nor woes
Just happily afloat.
Clouds are moats,
Shed them like coats!
Balloon bobbing along,
Saying 'hello' to the sun.
Revelling in the light...
Pop! Goes the balloon!
Quickly fizzling rubber
Makes a dash for it's mother (earth)
Pop! Went the balloon,
Now lost to the Winds.