Watching the mannequins at a shop window,
their expectant eyes tethered to routine reveries,
I notice a monotony in their smile.
You told me
smiles and daydreams are soap bubbles,
iridescent and fragile, capable of making you
unaware for a while
of the darkness that lingers
at the corner of your eye.
I observe the wide grins
of inert human forms
placed behind clean glasses, and realize
that my existence resembles that of
dummy sitters; each single day imply
progress of identical shadows...
A bubble-maker churns out soft globes
in a flurry; dream-planets keep fading
into the universe
Overwhelmed by you, Kolkata
I do not know
when you became poetry for me
or when your autumn wind brought in
the abounding fragrance of a maiden's hair
I do not know
how these whining buses and car horns
filled up the gaps in our converse
You and me sitting together
at a street-side cafe near twilight
and the sounds of a day transgressing
into darkness
I remember the glint in your eyes
as if they can interpret the meaning
of my fumbling with words
You casually concealed your laughter
with a flimsy innocence
Yet when did I care for your feelings...
You've got to be mine
the rhyme of your life
has to be understood by no one else
but me
You might have had a hundred lovers
but its only me who can persuade you
to immerse in moonlight
when you became poetry for me
or when your autumn wind brought in
the abounding fragrance of a maiden's hair
I do not know
how these whining buses and car horns
filled up the gaps in our converse
You and me sitting together
at a street-side cafe near twilight
and the sounds of a day transgressing
into darkness
I remember the glint in your eyes
as if they can interpret the meaning
of my fumbling with words
You casually concealed your laughter
with a flimsy innocence
Yet when did I care for your feelings...
You've got to be mine
the rhyme of your life
has to be understood by no one else
but me
You might have had a hundred lovers
but its only me who can persuade you
to immerse in moonlight
The grief that engulfed me
A wave that engulfed me
when you told you were leaving
took years to subside
That day I realized
a weak scent lingers
after the withering of a flower
I imagine my grief
twirling like snakes made of smoke
arising from a jasmine agarbati
relentlessly taking their forms
endlessly fading into oblivion
From that day I've been living
beside a sea
observing rain clouds fondle the sun
at wee hours
And I've grown accustomed
to the vacant vault of the blue
in autumn
From that day
I yearn to see yellow butterflies
hopping over dandelions
No I haven't re-opened
my doors
yet neither have I ignored
the fragrance of jasmine
or the sounds of the sea
A whiff of breeze blows a dust
of memories
revealing bizarre fossils
this twilight
when you told you were leaving
took years to subside
That day I realized
a weak scent lingers
after the withering of a flower
I imagine my grief
twirling like snakes made of smoke
arising from a jasmine agarbati
relentlessly taking their forms
endlessly fading into oblivion
From that day I've been living
beside a sea
observing rain clouds fondle the sun
at wee hours
And I've grown accustomed
to the vacant vault of the blue
in autumn
From that day
I yearn to see yellow butterflies
hopping over dandelions
No I haven't re-opened
my doors
yet neither have I ignored
the fragrance of jasmine
or the sounds of the sea
A whiff of breeze blows a dust
of memories
revealing bizarre fossils
this twilight
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