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Saturday, May 21, 2016


Outside the thunder growled
 inside it broke into a burp...

Friday, February 5, 2016



He fell on the cold floor,
His ancestral rocking chair
free to rest its 80-year old bones
at last...

The Beloved

She takes the right side of the bed
I the left.
Above me
dressed in nudity
my beloved
from the western window
the moonlight...

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Subconscious Mask

The ashes of my last poem
are not scattered, let me say,
in my room.

A pinch sits on the top right corner
on Freud’s book,
clinging to his Oedipus Complex
in a shattering calm of guilt
when it had drunk its mother’s milk
making an honest endeavour
at that fifth month of its birth,
when it was driven to do so
from a conscious to a subconscious state.

Another bit sits on the golden frame
of Bob Dylan’s collected photographs,
in my study
trying to get to the singer-poet’s various mood.

I find a tiny bit, like my beard,
on the white metal beer mug
to polish clean the layer of dust
beginning from its handle
down to its belly button.

Another one squats on the militant
pushing itself between his face
and his mask
to make him realise
love comes not through bloodshed.

Yet another on the baby bump
of my girlfriend’s desire
penetrating into her mind
to stop fretting between the thought
whether the child born
will be a boy or a girl.

And another bit of ash
pushes itself
between the tolerance and intolerance
of a country’s political monkeys,
before a city is raped
by an intolerant flood
and yet another city
chews its lips of tolerance
for a damaged winter
yet to arrive.

(from my latest book, A STRANGER LURKS IN MY BRAIN up on Amazon as e-book via Books Mango)

Friday, April 3, 2015

Twitter of a bird

Life is such a beautiful gift.  When we look around us we realise its invaluable gift.  Even to a simple pavement dweller life has given him a gift.  As a resident of India,  I have seen the simple things giving joy to others.
These pavement people seem to possess a certain charm in their lives. The other day I was strolling down the road next to my writing-cum-teaching room. An aged man was sitting at the end of the pavement. A bag lay next to him. And curled around his bag was a street dog. But wonder of wonders,  he was singing at the top of his voice. He had no care of the world. His voice rang true as a lark. He was singing the full-throated song in Bengali. I stopped short at the edge of the pavement and bought a cup of tea from the vendor to be the pavement singer's audience. Some pedestrians threw him a glance. But I was the audience who was enjoying. The artist didn’t look at the audience but remained submerged in his art.
This is what I'm trying to say. Enjoy what you do, and do it with passion as this pavement singer did. Forget everything around you. It's your life. Give it the best.  Live it the best way. And this can only happen when you love yourself. Because it is only then you can love others.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Body Talk

Hello guys
I simply couldn't stay without sharing this poem with you. Though this is only stanza 1,  the lines run with love.

Body of a rickshaw-puller

sweating gold through labour

moon-shine glisten of sweat streaming down

like prayed-for summer rain.

Chest heaving, mouth gasping

proud of the wrenched -out breath.

No one dares to call you a human quadruped, my brother

for my love has reached your heart

and in you I have discovered the language behind my lines.

Loving others is loving yourself

Hello Beautiful People, my previous blog said how you can capitalize by loving yourself and how to go about with this invaluable yet simple tool.Here I'll tell you more on this.

When you begin to love yourself, this feeling makes you be heard and seen by others. A time comes when we all desire to show others our work or our actions. 
This is the reason why many people do philanthropic work.
In your case, when you go out, you can throw a smile at the security man who has stayed awake guarding your building from negative forces. You can look at the shopkeeper who waits for customers to stop and buy some stationeries.

 The point is never say no to yourself because the world is beautiful.

Life is good.