Please touch the sky

You are becoming small and small;
Day by day, you are becoming puny.
A small room along with its small veranda
And a bit of sky above you
But you were not like this!

You always stood under the wide open sky
And you built your room and veranda below it.
You used to increase or decrease the size of your room
as per your necessity.

You always wanted to enlarge your heart
You always wanted broadness and expansion so much
                                     that your heart bled ceaselessly
But you never liked the small room
                                      and its small veranda.
So, please be like that YOU
Who always wanted to touch the sky.

Kolkata, India

Note: Translated from the Bengali poem written on 07.05.2002

I loved you!

I loved you!
Yes, YOU and your Greek boy;
I didn't know deception
So, I didn't conceal my warm breadth.

I reached out to you again and again
hiding all storms deep inside my heart;
I thought you would embrace your insane daughter
the way you embraced your son;

You said I was sentimental
But had you ever known that
I didn't reveal my sentiment to everyone.

Whenever I stopped at your door
I transformed to a calm lake from a torrent river
Whenever I stopped at your door
I forgot for what reason I came
Or what I wanted to say
Then, on the night of Mahasaptami 
You reminded me the most unpleasant truth!
Since that day,
Since that moment
I was told that all your love and emotions
You only saved for your Greek boy.

 Kolkata, India

Note: Again a translated poem and a bit modified to keep the sense. Penned down on 03.10. 2003

Not all rain

Not all rain
but some are very painful!
When those incessantly fall from the sky
They remind us our dear ones...

"Please don't mind Sona!
I can't talk to you right now"
Words drenched in the rain become lost
So, not all rain
but some--some are very painful.

Not all rain
but some are very painful!
With rain, the sudden gust of wind and your boy
enter the room.

His face is wet and he says
"There is nothing to ask."


Kolkata, India

Note:Translated and modified from my Bengali poem written on 08.06.02.

Anti-love policy?

Love is blossoming
where anti-love policy prevails.
Can I breath in such a place
when love is the basis of my existence?

Kolkata, India 

Let the words flow

One of the stars is moving away;
Which means things will change soon!
All the words that I have created so far
Let them flow into the Gomti...
Let them drown deep into the water
And let them remain unheard.

Kolkata, India