to the naked sky unreached,
to the naked stars falling apart,
to the naked highways unrevealed,
to the naked horizon of north pole,
to the naked sea shore abandoned,
to the naked kiss abrupt,
to the naked soul unleashed..
Love, me to myself
I scribble my words on a restaurant tissue .
I sit alone in the crowded railway station.
I scramble over a million thoughts on footpath everyday.
I write down a love story over a cup of tea.
I stand in the weaken balcony and knit thousand dreams.
I rhyme with words and shine with rain.
I mend broken hearts and turn tears into poetry.
I am a nameless poet and This is my city... Calcutta !
It happens often,
a passing by light calls my name
like a long lost friend
I stop by the road
like nowhere to go
and read the letter that
the sky has sent
Like a passenger train leaving
station in awhile
leaves me alone to fade away
in the array
I write a home,
to the last trailing light
I see stars,
getting ready for the parade...
See, I am inside, sitting by this window all the day. Morning has shone with a sizzling sun, cloudy frock has adorned the afternoon and now the evening has just bathed in the mellow drizzle. Two awaiting eyes and a few haphazard heartbeats are watching the pouring evening and catching a glimpse of the world I cannot reach out.
I wish you could have come and witnessed the evening, that is writing a script for the night and the world is falling asleep with a lullaby the rain is humming.
I wish you could have taken a sip from my coffee and mean while I would have written a few lines on your smile.
You know, I have been trying to put a few words together since the sky has turned into grey. ...