The drenched kitty

In front of your mom,
You are like a small kitty;
Who got drenched into rain
and secretly came inside the room--shivering.
And you are also like a kid
Who would complain to his mom--
"us ladki ne mujhe billi kaha." 😍😍

Lucknow, India

(Note: Enjoy baby! Just don't like your sad face)

Sugandha

Like Sugandha--the muse of Raja Ravi Varma
I sometimes feel
not to interact with the world anymore.
The world of poetry
is so beautiful, so colorful, thoughtful, and peaceful
that the outside world looks pale in comparison!

People may say I am an escapist
But what does it matter
If someone finds happiness in escapism! 

Lucknow, India 

Value

A letter--- do you have any value of that?
I see it flying here and there..
at the corner of your room,
by the side of your bed,
On the sofa...
Or it kept flying each day
in your entire room.

On the table of yours
you left your sentiment;
you left your anger on the doorstep,
You left your jealousy in the bucket
                                    full of cold water....
And when the rain came in the middle of the night
Your bed was dragged into the water

And at that very moment
you cuddled me to be an island.

Lucknow, India

(Note: Translated from my Bengali poem written on 27.03.2002)

Recitation

You and me
Let's sit together for the first time!

By this time, you have taken birth somewhere else
somewhere in a better place I would imagine!
Even though, let's open our hearts
And let's see what we have kept there hidden;
Let's read each other's poems and criticize 
Let's talk about our love and inspirations
until a new dawn begins!

Lucknow, India

I am with you!

At this very moment
I am here with you!
That day, I got very scared
and my heart almost jumped out
and took refuge on my palm.

Seeing your gloomy face like
remembering my past struggles
--- struggles I have done and survived gracefully!
I do not want you to go through the SAME;
Also, I do not want to make big promises
Just remember that at present,
at this very moment
I am with you!

Lucknow, India

Crossing Paths

May be we are crossing paths;
We three were supposed to meet each other.

Although born in different time and space
We were from the same star of the universe
that once exploded in three different directions.

Lucknow, India

Bruising

Writing is one form of bruising oneself

Until the right words come to my mind

I usually remain blank;

So, please do not be so sad and restless

            if I don't write anything on you. 

Things are usually stored in my subconscious and 

One day they will flood me with emotions!

Also, a poet needs some kind of rejuvenation time to time 

to function in the world. 

Lucknow, India 

Note: Written on July 21st.