Missing Rituparno

I never walked up to you and asked for an autograph… I never wished to meet 'YOU', the controversial celebrity! I silently admired the avid reader and profound genius…the poet and philosopher within you…Who captured life in frames and wrote the most beautiful sonnets on celluloid! Most of ‘them’ failed to understand your inner boldness lying within all delicate and sensitive portrayal of relationships. People loved to talk about your cross-dressing and latest surgery, they were little bothered about your deep loneliness. I was envious of your huge collection of books as well as scarves!! I even thought of mailing you once, attaching one of my poetry jottings…Didn’t get the time… I won’t say R.I.P. ,I won’t accept your detachment from earthly affairs, for me you will very much be here.. in your every masterpiece, charisma and wisdom..in every unspoken piece of time ..

I wonder whether anyone else can ever understand emotions of all classes of women like you used to do so effortlessly… I confess my warmest regards and unexpressed love for the most sensitive filmmaker of Indian Cinema and an utmost innocent soul... Rituparno Ghosh!

Mute

Some days are like just like that… Aboriginal yet submissive! As we lift the veil of pseudo-consciousness from destiny, we could slowly learn how to outdo bigots and give our inner enigma a totally different plausible dimension. So, the idea should be to stay dynamic, both in terms of living and dreaming. The extent of dynamic realization should surpass every stagnant turn. The earth in magnificent in both colors and content. The endless strive should be to explore it and debate in every possible way to understand the wonderland called ‘life’.

Only

Drifting apart, I flow through you
And weave time in mythical frames
Of destined leaps of insanity…

I flow through you
And demure lilts of mist embrace me
In your myriad rhetoric…

I flow through you
And pray not to fall in love
With your chatoyant mask…


I flow on
And you unassumingly wait…
My evocative kisses find their way


To brooding desire of visceral stones,
And I greedily grip your shoulders!!

As we whisper...
Utopia would never be the same anymore... 

The Emerald Helix

 And there would be moments...

Rustling jute leaves,
Mute jingles of demure sun,
Stolen epilogues…

Bewitched phonetics,
Pre-autumn jacaranda,
Fuming odes of a fuchsia dusk…

Chaotic mayhem of sustained truth…
Profound cascade of obscure space…
Between you and me...

Between us...

Rendezvous

New colonies disperse
Between the assured graves
Of drowsy thoughts, mellow entropy and solitary vice...

Beyond the secured slumber,
Yeats and Eliot…
Dew-capped blueberries…

Beyond the burner,
Mortar and pestle…
The scarlet fumes of longing...

Incessant peace takes over…
As midsummer dreams creep and crawl
Through the rampant salvation!

Polychromasia

Undefined in colors…
Decided memoirs invoke…
As distant sharks
Of ethereal response..!


The mirage of graves shivers…and indulges…
As the emerald hue crumples…
In my cheekbones...

Permafrost

Your opulent silence
Gets engraved…as miracles…
In my burning eyelashes…

Of dolor...and momentariness!

Tonight...
Steal my mundane blues...
Dizziness…
Insipidity…

As the rocks of captive blood…
Fade in and out of space…


Through the obscure windowpane;
That hides you and me,
And the drunken horses…

As we pretend to fall asleep...!!!

Marine Chronicles

Shaded frames wave out of sight
As passionate hues of opulent green
Make room for turquoise dots…

Marigold kites set the stage...for us
To enter, once again
The wonderland…

Chestnut trees and survival...
Building blocks and parchment craft...
Frozen tinge of sacraments…

We all plead for it, don’t we?

Magnolia

Unnerved, empirical—
The scales of time mutate,
With emotions that were or would be …


As hues get shifted from you, and
Sufferings trespass my longing…


Sixteen senses bombard…
As numbers flow abysmal…

Profound desires saturate…
Digital empathy engulfs…surrogates…

In rainbow ribbons…
In chords you play…

Hemlock

 I think I can brew solitude…
With unmatched passion that resurrects me!

Spinning cloverleaves act selfish
By reckoning my dubious self, bewitched!

 I keep on humming my favorite lullaby
As I used to…when the raspberry entailed…

Prisoner, I refuse and refuse to be innocent
When the time is, itself, a violent imposter!!

Hallucination

Interfused with expectations...
Array of love mingles
And dreams...of creeping
Through the windows of eternity!

Surrenders...with desire
Floating along the speechless stream

Of thoughts
Of burning pain of numbness
Fragrance uncalled for....

The silent monologue of death
Spreads its arms over us
Time and space…
Through our soberest epitaph…

Enchanted

Quiescent corpse of insanity led me on...
Commoner modes of grief
Would have ceased to perturb the captive scars...


But as he painted the pearls
With the innocent mirage of holding back...

Petite frames of satire
Merge...and oscillate...

Trying to hide my bruised wings...
I hate to be judgmental!

Bird of Paradise

The misty window drew closer...
To me...my youth...

My fire...


I was longing for one more sip...
From the golden goblet…
As the cyclone hit my wings...


The sculptor took out
His eternal chisels...
To make a flying frog out of me...


And planted on my forehead...
The penultimate kiss........

The Silent Neon

As he unveils me…

Benign tricks get nostalgic,

And he locks bleed within —

As he unveiled me…

Secured truths got selfless,

Verdant forms of lie exchanged looks …

Generous strings of sediments

Beheld the chance of what should and should not prevail…

As trivial instinct floated abysmal...

Perplexed Synonym

Dead leaves revisit me...


As you feel the roasted coffee beans…
And stir the aroma...

As you sprinkle life on daisies…
And design a different spring...

As you debate on Coleridge
And the sun-kissed cheeks turn crimson....

As you try to escape........

Myriad Dots

A superficial arrogance was burning inside and I kept chopping myself down. No tear in the eyes. And no blood dripping from the deep, violent cuts. I tried to recall his face. Seemed like a distant dream.

I kept arranging the table, cake and balloons. My secret birthday party, to be celebrated by me and this beloved diamond knife.

Somebody was knocking at the door, whispering and then screaming. Five kittens were fighting for a single milk bowl upstairs.

The mirror dared to lie to me..again! A selfish girl standing here. Selfish. Opportunist. Bundle of raw emotions. Desperate to prove her wrong, I took out the knife, cut the cake and dimmed the light.

Devil was surrendering slowly. It was time to for a soft music. His photos kept burning in the candle.

Blue Elixir, Intoxicated!

Shamelessly drunken
I was found waiting at your doorstep,

Fighting the etheral demons
Through the lilac screens of silence...

I knew you could feel the long-lost me
Debating..Hallucinating...

Whether I should knock or pray
For your luminous self

To nominate my resurrection!