That well lit Sky Bulb Of how sun makes her part of a glory. “I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of […]
The sail of silly wind ceased.Navy cloak-cover damps the sky.Sky palming the wet moon.Dripping. Slimy. Mouldy.Night sleeps under the blanket of rain.Turned frost.Wind, wondering how to cross the Cosmic sea, ether growing conocybes.The fungal moon. But onceThe wind treaded blithe,Roaming the permeating mystic,Fluttered the pristine, white sail,The ship sailed, when the luna silvered the river,Settled in […]
The rising sun keeps a triangle of shineOn my orthopaedic pillow,Shaping the window which allows its entry.Thinks it keeps my bones warm. I allow. Last night it was the moon who passed a joke Through her shining beams, in her ravenous tendernessExpecting the world to come around. It came. My dreams are slim, on a diet,So […]
Snow white doesn’t travel the distance—It falls to its own weight,Only a thin layer of air circulates,And connects us. So we think. Air now teratogenic, heavyAs you grow inside me Ready to move,Still to be born,The womb cradles you,The way nature cuddles a storm, Thoughts pigmented are put in kiln,Wishing they bake into dreams,Crack open into […]
Words lost in the crevices of the sky Will one day fall as rain,Drenching the damp earth Where Lullabys are unwritten stories hemmed to a setting sky, They never burst in the seams,Slide ’n tinngggs like a few screwsMoving in an empty box,They share the sun, cut it into piecesPut it on a plate, faux painted with the Moon […]
আমার বাড়ীর পাশে তোমার শহর,শরীর ভেদ করে টান টান আলো,এখানে রামধনুর ফুল ফোটে না,কেবল গভীরের আনাগোনা —অন্ধকারে হরিণীর চোখ।ধাবমান রাস্তার বাঁকে আমার নদী,জলে ভেজা শহরের মৃত গলি সম্মত, শুধু অপেক্ষা শরীরের ত্রিপাশ্র্ব কাচ হওয়ার,আলোকে টুকরো টুকরো করে রামধনু দেখবার॥
The pillar leaning on the staircaselifeless,Air’s lung a proliferating concoctionof tired breadths,Tiles fitted between grids carry storiesonly walls knowWalls of conduits, witness to human shadows diminished by nocturnal glare, Time 9:48pmThe last one moves in,The grid shakes,But earth doesn’t quake— Time to carry the dead.
My city runs through your fleshStreaks of neon penetrate my body,Rainbows don’t bloom flowers,Only loiters in the deep abyss of mindAbsorbed by mass,Deer eyes rove in the dark,The flying road bends into my riverWetting the stony by-lanes once dead.At least fungus means life. A try ’n a wait.When that tissue lump transmutes into a prism.When […]
In planet of sun and starsThe ocean evaporates,Parched vocal chords singmediocre melodies tounfathomable tungsten.Salt flies collecting dust, seechildren of ‘morrow shiftsweight to a lesser god, handcuffed, whistling.Only soap is replaced by body-wash.The old chair rots by theabandoned marsh, legs slurped up by algae.Mosquitos spit blood Smile at the factory of still wombs,In river afternoons, only a spider Webs over-time.Gossamer […]
Dreams silly, fragile and gay,Kept in a freezer come what may,Packed tight in silvers and zips alike,Making sure no one got a dime. Wished for it to open one day,Heated and served the old China way,Wrap it around like the winter mink To keep me warm when life turned grey. Time to throw the freezer away,Out […]
