poem End of possibilities What are dreams? A reach from one story lived, And many only wished. Yet they are also signals - Of possibilities in deed. And she dreams of a violent sea, Drowning her memory. In her dreams, She surrenders her will to gravity.
poem Another wall of your prison The mind that seek possibilities like us, Never can be happy. And with wisdom like ours, It’s sin to seek anything easy! The flaw is in the code of this universe, That us intelligent are lonely often. Mortals will never know any better - Their happiness is a wall
poem Part of me A part of me breathe, To seek your perfume in the air. A part of me sleep, To dream beyond a scandal and an affair. Lovers before have said, And I say to you now - Part of me exist For me to taste your kiss.
poem Infinity I find myself, In a space uncharted - Free falling on a feeling, From the cliff I had reached. As I see you, Beyond the rehearsed script - Of one story lived, And many only wished. I see you, Past your marital vows - Of sacramental promises, To commitments institutionalised.
poem The Sadness before the madness The sun to him doesn't shine anymore. What wears his face isn’t the smile of before. The unending blanket of dead stars do twinkle. What joy can this truth in his laughter mirror! Light from dead memories stocks his sad; And madness too is now in store.
poem Visions and views She’s a story, In your fantasy. Yet you dream, that she be true. The things, In your vision you view, Speaks many a thing about you.
poem Deeply disturbed Deeply disturbed - Is now a constant eternal. I welcome joy, And also its funeral. Don’t come with grace, In the darkest hour. Help murder this aching, This longing, For one safe harbour.
poem Pulse Amazing how we sow life upon this barren plain; Every spurn is a beauty - The good, the bad and the ugly. The pulse is in every act, Yet we sense of only the remain. Worse is love, It's magical nature. A pulse missed by our senses - Is now
poem Nymphet and Madonna She had hidden behind the shield of adolescence, Her wicked vanity. As she played ‘La Belle Dam sans Merci’, With innocent audacity. She was a royal cuteness, In her tender youth, Such that she provoked un-numbered attention. She was the foxy enchantress, Both nymphet and Madonna, She wove webs of
poem My Black Beauty is always pleasing. And all lies told to please someone, made those lies beautiful. Beauty journeys to fade in ruins. And a godly friend said - There’s creation in destruction. For ruins it create. Where all beautiful lies fade.
poem She then last smiled There's vermilion on her forehead! Decorated by his dying red! Painting a priceless romance to her last breath, Betraying every meaning of 'ending' in death.
poem Gave melancholy a name He seduces me with songs, Of melancholic pain. Words become puzzles, Riddled for not the sane. He pulls me close, But keeps my spirit at bay. He lay with me naked though, Yet drifts in the faraway. I call him “master”, Gave melancholy a name. And he seduces me, With
poem Becoming one Surf - The ripple of time. Onwards to this moment; Always, Like now, We have arrived. Transcended barriers, The spirits, And spatial. What does it matter, We always will collide? In an explosion yet, We scatter too, And become one.
poem 14214 The red ambers Are now ashes. The bonfires of last night Are cold. The ancient roads Haven't changed much. Neither her memories Have aged to old.
poem Never ending Life strips naked to pain,pleasure,cry. Tonight I’ll drink till I’m high Smoke in smokes, Till I’ll fly. Tongue slipped chatters my lips carry on. The grass is greener; Comfortably numb; The music goes on and on. Headbanging and screams on a metal sound. Love, hate,
poem Our Human Fate We close our eyes at night, Embracing what we can’t fight. Our tired life. Sleep is the escape. Dreams taking shape. Glued to life by love, Wounded by hate. Our human fate.
poem Snap You look at me, Like I am too broken. Tied to my bed, You have the tiniest clue. Your screams, have of many pain spoken. Of this hate I crush them into you.
poem Art gallery I have in my bag a book. The pages start on a date, that's more than a decade old. I change its cover when you look. A pop-art narration, to tell you a story you are sold. Tomorrow the true cover, Is in the art gallery's display. The pages in
poem We'll be busy tomorrow I hear the whistle of songs I have borrowed, Crashing back on me with memories. Nothing's changed through all we had been busy. Now I am crowded with entertainment - But it's her I see in the movies.
poem My Asylum To the blood on your skin, Let's stay awake my paramour. Heard you love to hurt. I'll always love and need more. This is my madhouse - my asylum. Damage control for all I was before.
poem Tigress Don't be fooled, That she's just the kitty cute eyes. They only reflect her innocent all. In her heartbeat a tigress purrs, In her love, Find a beautiful freefall.
assamese Tumi xewali Niyoror mukuta pindha; Tumi xewali. Tumar premot nidraheen holu moi; Andharot onkon korilu tumar xuorno sobi. Proti-probhatot akow dusokur xopun bhage; Xondhiyar agot jen dube mur beli. Ratipuwa gosoki juwa – Moi dubori... Collaborated by - Sanjib Kalita
poem Broken window The window panes are cracked. Are the struggling sun beams really enough? What really scares you love? Don't you need fresh air when your heart is racing? I am the east-wind on your window crashing.
poem War cry With the color of blood, You've armed your lips. Kiss you, I want to. To steal the gold, Your nectar skin drips. March ahead lover - A battle has start. With a war cry, Of a madman's heart.