Memory Re-created

On a sunny day
After the rains cleaned the streets,
the strays came and licked my 
fingers clean.

Monsoon

Someone knocked.

Early morning at Howrah Station.

Dewdrops still basking

in the solitude of the lone train.

Where is my father?

Am I to take his place?

Grey platform, still unscathed by the footsteps

of others.

 

We left with grey clouds 

hovering above.

We reached a wet sidewalk

where my father waved

hello.

 

The car sputtered to an awkward silence.

We

sat

without stories

to recount.

Summer was over. 

 

What is Collaboration

Little steps
Become clumsier day by day,
Sordid whelps,
Turn further way by way.
Affectations of wisdom
Become forced,
Granite walls 
Pushing through the clay.
No end to the vacuum --
Give me your hand,
We shall collaborate someday.

From my window
The orange moon turns tepid
From within
These orange shadows taking over
From without

Last sip, such succor,
Everlasting bliss of dreams.
The cat's purr finds sleep.

Soliloquy #137

When the clocks tick on,
Dripping water turning
Into tidal storms,
Falling raindrops
Gurgling into gutters,
Dragging the rivers of loneliness
You caressed for so long,
When those blunted claws
Scavenge through memories
You stored in the corners of matchboxes from long ago,
Who then will come?
Who then will ask
For your dreams again?

Bijoychal

What of Bijoychal, then?

What will he wear?

What of Bijoychal,

The name stumbling of my frame?

What of Bijoychal,

Whose father is a servant?

What of Bijoychal,

A name I fear to say?

What will he wear,

Bijoychal?

When I invite him to my day?

What will he wear,

When his mother isn't there to comb his hair?

What will Bijoychal say,

When the others ask him to speak?

Will his colours stand up and say

Bijoychal is  dressed in my old clothes?

What will Bijoychal do,

At a rich boy's party today?

And there, when you watch
Yourself unravel
Within the threads you shunned,
What,
Then,
Will
You
Say
To yourself,
When you were whole,
Within the threads you shunned
For the joyous feeling of
Unraveling?