the Seasoning

Did i hear the winter hath set in
With no heart, no heat within ?

Cold is the earth, yet there is warmth within
That still sprouts up,
The green leaves, and fiery pink buds
I want to melt,
So very softly into the mother earth;
Such that the sky is envious.

It didn't take me
When it had the chance.

These days Madaakini is slower
Fish are fast
To come near, to pick up my dough-balls
Till the rations last

Shoals are together
Unlike some genteel mankind
Like some kind men from streets
Sharing the warmth unabashed
With pariah-dogs.

Though being pulled apart by so many things,
Reminding myself again-
I can keep myself intact
That i do have wings.

And the love in air is whiffing softly
The ancient moors
Call off haughtily
Cries of longing
Whispering yamuna
Enigma
That surrounds
In Sunderbans
In Nidhivan
Flute that plays
The aching anklets
Ready to dance again
The Nityaraas.

Who you are ?

You are what you act,

You act what you think.

Here n now

Do you see any link ?

Why i ask?
Because you my dear
Are a very pleasing distraction
I'm flattered 

By your existence

So what, if even
every word ever said was a lie.

Or, rather, that every word, 

what was Unsaid.

Haha

That day i wondered

Difference among emotional tearing

And Sobbing, the crying,

And then i wondered 

About misty eyes in eve

Differences among

Those hearty bouts of belly laugh

and little pearls of innocent giggles, 

And of tinkling smiles, 

Of twinkling eyes 

 

And those tender moments

Of this momentary human life

Felt and unfelt, said and unsaid.

And those are the truths alone

For which we strive.