Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Morning after

कल सुबह तेरी नींद से बोझल आँखों पर,
ठन्डे पानी के झपटो में कुछ पेट दर्द के बहाने सुने थे। 
माँ झूठ सच पहचानती है। 
मुझसे बहाने मत मारो।।।

तेरे नन्हे से हांथो में दूध थमाया था 
वह गिलास अभी भी टेबल पे आधा खाली पड़ा है। 

मैं नाराज़ हूँ की आज इतनी आवाज़े लगाई 
अब भी जागा नहीं है तू। 
आज क्या बहाना है?
बस्ते में टिफ़िन तक नहीं भरा । 
आज खूब फटकारूंगी, 
फिर स्कूल की बस छूटेगी,
फिर दौड़ेंगे पापा स्कूटर लेके। 

दूध कभी नहीं पीता , होशियार कैसे बनेगा?
कैसे नाम रोशन करेगा?
आज कौनसा होमवर्क छूटा, 
अगर आज तेरी टीचर ने शिकायत की 
तो तेरी खैर नही । 

उठ जा मुए! 
सुबह गुज़र गयी। 

अच्छा! आज चला जा, कल पिकनिक जायेंगे। 

अब तो आँखे खोल.… 
कल से सब बोल रहे हैं कि… 

ऐसी क्या नाराज़गी… 
माँ से नहीं बोलेगा?

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Loath

There must be some forgery,
Of the bruises that had once been.
Or have they just been swept under
Memories that do not heal.

‘Tis the mutiliation,
That threatens to wield again,
Masking itself in putrid malice,
And drag me back to their realms.

They come in the morns’
Lest there be suspicion,
Darkness is not afraid of the light,
I am.

While the star studded glorious night ends,
I go back to the cupboards,
To claw in more of you.
My reflections’ never seen,
My howls never heard,
Heard and ignored.

Dirt thrown into my empty grave,
And I, exhumed for my golden hair.

I wait for the dawn.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Burial

30/05/2005
I may cry,
and let all my sorrow be carried to my grave,
buried deep and not be found,
let my tears dry on my cracked blue lips,
My burning heart freeze within,
and when my soul turns cold, with the death of my soul,
let the wisps be, let it not flit around in freedom.
keep it trapped as me. 

Monday, July 08, 2013

Wine

Have you ever been drunk?
So drunk that you lost your senses?
So drunk, that the world swam?
So drunk that darkness seemed white?

So drunk that you spit on your gods?
So drunk that everyone despised you?
and you loved them for it?
You laughed,
While they cringed at your foul smelling breath?

They held your hand.
every one of them and said you cant touch it again...
and celebrated their win while handing you a glass again.

You took the wine cup
off your best friend's, and drank to him,
off your wife's, and wished her all the love,
off your nemesis and let her conquer you.

and slowly they merge into one...
you knew it after all.
Whilst the world slowly muted,
and lights were put out one by one,
You smiled,
You smile, you drunk, you die.

Friday, July 05, 2013

Cry

30/05/2005 - posted on aparna Mudi

Moments pass as if they are dreams,
And I wake up to find they are gone for sure,
For dreams I cannot hold on to,
Although those moments stand true.

What crazy schemes of smiles,
That I may have smiled later,
And they never came to rest on my lips,
For it’s a tomorrow that shall never rise.

Marijuana dreams,
Fleeting ecstasy of lives lived in the past,
Blinded by the white light,
Or by lightening perchance.

I reach out for the fine china,
Holding the final nirvana ...
Like everything else it lays, 
Shattered by mere touch,
I am going to die anyway.

Monday, July 01, 2013

The Shadows

The vultures in the sky do not cast any shadow on the earth,
Neither the ghost, witches or spirits.
But the shadow of God has darkened the horizon today,
Though he is not entitled to have a shadow of his own.
He lives in his castle up above the sky;
His kingdom and subjects tremble in fear.
His writs are enforced by his ministers in to,
Send the offenders to him through hell of fire, and
Faithful servants to heaven, together in one explosion.
The shadow of God gets longer, darker.

- Amar Mudi
03/03/2013

My father is an author, poet, bengali translator and is worse than me at maintaining blogs. So i keep posting some of his poems on my blog from time to time. Please do read and comment. 
You can also email your response to amarmudi@yahoo.com to get in touch with him tell him your opinions.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Retribution

For last few days
I am asking myself a question-
Why, why such things happen:
Thousands of unsuspecting lives
Perish in nature's fury,
Mountains tumble,
Rivers desert the course
They themselves charted?

Something within asked me
A counter question:
Why didn't you try to feel
The unbearable pain I endured
For hunderds of years
To give birth to beautiful meadows,
Majestic trees in the jungle,
Or that divine fragrance of Kasturi
In the navel of the nimble footed deer?

You choked the meadows with
Torn packets of Gutkha and chips;
Soiled the banks with excretas
While enjoying a day of rafting;
Put the junle to fire to plunder the woods;
I didn't like it.

I replied: I wanted to enjoy the nature.
It said: So be it. Enjoy!



- Amar Mudi


My father is an author, poet, bengali translator and is worse than me at maintaining blogs. So i keep posting some of his poems on my blog from time to time. Please do read and comment. 
You can also email your response to amarmudi@yahoo.com to get in touch with him tell him your opinions.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Droplets of blood

Artwork by Audrey J. Ross, do check out his blog
I compel the smiles to be brought forth,
For I believe that's what people would like to see.
And those who humour me,
Get lost within.

Soon they forget the allusion,
Start pricking on the scabs,
They believe it's a favour,
I go back to weaving shrouds again.

This is a very old poem, i think around 2005/06. I shall be updating a few more soon. hope someone is reading this blog still to follow my bickerings . XOXO
Currently listening to: Lalon Band, (you can check there fb page )
Recently watched : Ranjhana, Bombay Talkies
Currently reading: A Song of Ice and Fire 

Friday, February 01, 2013

Germination

It's a rally out there, Shouting:
Silence the lone shrill voice of protest!
Long live the noble thoughts!

Wipe out the blots,
Slowly build up the slogans-
Sharper, finer and focussed.
One stroke should be enough
To open up the skull of dissidence.
Let it live till it is on the screen
Let it be in headline for sometime.
Once it goes to the archives
Who bothers?

It's a crowd out there;
The lonely corpse in a bolted room,
The bullet hole on the saffron robe, or
On the widow white cloth,
Or blood stained sharee of a virgin
Spread over the bush on a barren land.

It's a procession of ghosts out there.
Come together from each corner of the earth;
Holding each others' hands in a chain.
The awakening of the dead soldiers of freedom.

It's a chorus out there:
All singing in unison in a moonlit night.
It's the warm lap of rain drenched earth,
Dark shadows of leafy trees guarding the fence.

It's the kingdom of ghosts.
It's the only hope of the chained souls;
The misfits and the weaklings
Who also inherited the earth.

- Amar Mudi
an old poem by my father and I will put some of his other poetry up too. 
He is now writing a english fiction "The savages" I shall keep putting some extracts and a link for people to buy the book.  Not that i think he wants to make money out of it, but he loves writing and im sure some of you will really like his stuff. 

Saturday, January 05, 2013

Outlook

When the bat whacks the ball with perfect timing
And footwork it is a sixer!
Rukmini, you are Chris Gayle of literature.
Taslima is at best a Sehwag-
Tried to touch a ball
Outside the off stump,
And was out caught behind.

That legend of a bowler was past his prime,
Lost his guile and the googly;
Many a stump had been uprooted in his heydays
Even before the batswoman could retract her foot.

But, sixer is a sixer!
The bowler has been dropped from the team.
- Amar Mudi

My father is an author, poet, bengali translator and is worse than me at maintaining blogs. So i keep posting some of his poems on my blog from time to time. Please do read and comment. 
You can also email your response to amarmudi@yahoo.com to get in touch with him tell him your opinions.

Padma

You sailed in your boat alone on the river Padma,
Crossed the turbulent river rowing your boat with all your might
And carried along a generation of reptiles,
Who tugged their rope around the hull of your boat.
They knew the foolish, drunkard voyager well enough
And you knew these vultures too.
They wanted to cross the river in the comfort of the mast,
For you they were the jesters adorning the Court
You presided over, shouting "All is Well", "All is Well".

You sailed along the riverine course
Charted within you like the palm of your hand;
When you heard the rumblings of the sea
Didn't you know the hungry tide awaits you?
Everyone else knew.
Your ears warned you, so warned your eyes.
But the blood of Chand Banik revolted within,
Marshalled the remnant of the strength

To put up the last fight.
The birds had picked up the crumbs by then,
And left the mast to set out for another boat.
The foolish voyager was all alone in the leaking boat.
He looked up at the sky before drowning and smiled.
The heaven is full of voyagers down the ages,
foolish enough, and perished like him, fighting the hungry tide.


Amar Mudi

One of my favourite poems by my father. Please do read and comment. You can also email your response to amarmudi@yahoo.com to tell him your opinions. 

Manikarnika

My well-wishers were helping me,
To reach the so-called 'Heaven' of yours,
By bringing my deceitful mind,
And polluted body to the Manikarnika...

I had my friends with me,
Also fellow travellers,
To that unknown world
Where everything is 'holy'
and
Who knows what that might be.

But somehow I was not ready
To tread that path...

...I was waiting for the dogs
To arrive ...


I didnt know she will come up with so many good poems in such a short while. I have made a label in her name. so you can keep reading her poetry if you wish to just by clicking on it. Labels are down below. Hope you like these poems and comment which may convince her to write more and possibly get published in the future.

Vultures - Epitaph

I want to be left out,
In the Tower of Silence.
Vultures shall help me out,
With me reaching my destination.
It will serve many purposes;
They will have their belly-full,
Of juicy flesh marinated in Vodka,
And spicy kebabs.
There shall be no air pollution,
With smoke bellowing out,
Of burning polluted minds.
I will be happy and peaceful,
In knowing that I haven't wasted, 
My people's hard-earned money,
As I used to
When I was ALIVE.



- Anindita Kargupta
Her previous Poems on this blog have been

Wednesday, January 02, 2013

The Snake

Every morning we become two pythons
And we start our little game.
We swallow each other and vomit;
Our eyes bulge in suffocation,
And we try to save our own lives,
But in the bargain get transfixed.

Some days we like being cobras
And enjoy the venomous bites.
Those inflictions are like 
Uninhibited coitus of newly weds,
Culminating into poisonous orgasms.
And then peaceful hibernation
Till the next such encounter.

I don't have eyelids,
My body is scaly,
My tongues are forked.
But the day I stand on my feet
I will be a hot-blooded reptile.
For the time being I am happy
To be as I am.
I don't want to be a mud-snake
Like those whom I encounter everyday.


- Anindita Kargupta

The above poem is by the same lady who wrote The Lizard, a couple of weeks ago. till such time that she publishes the poems on her own page  or book., im publishing them here.  Or if she explicitly tells me to take them down. :P

About the Poet: Anindita has been in the education sector for the last 15 years. 
She is now working as a facilitator in Etasha Society which is an NGO that facilitates employment and sustenance of urban underpriviledged youth of India.  She has also worked in several theater productions in Bangla and English.

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

Happy New Year

Beginnings
Time is the most remorseless machine.
Like it or not the stomach churns at nine and nine
no matter whom you have lost forever.
the earth will revolve around the sun
regardless, who brought down the axes on whom.
the old year will give way to new one
you accept it or not.



- Amar Mudi
My father does a lot of poetry and has also published a collection of short poems in Bangla, 
He has also translated several English and Hindi books to Bangla and vice-versa. 
He is a theater enthusiast and a playwright. You can reach him at amarmudi@yahoo.com and leave your comments and replies for him.
 I will keep linking his books and poetry as his books are not always available everywhere in the world...

Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Lizard


I want the lizard to go down
Into the whirlwind of the water closet:
It is my enemy number one
Who never leaves me alone
To sit peacefully
When I need it most.
That slimy little creature
Makes my world topsy turvy
At the onset of the day.
I flush with all my might
To send it down,
From where it invariably comes up
Every morning.
I fail to make it disappear forever.
I come out of my known space
And, vow never to go back there.
But every morning it is the same story...
This is a poem by a dear friend Anindita - she doesnt write much but i like whatever she writes 

Friday, July 06, 2012

Conversations...

The mobile phone can sometimes be a wonderful thing... this is one of those times... My friend D and I made this entire poem over sms' something that we haven't done for years... So here it is...

D:
There
Split in half
Perfect chasm
Or so it seems,
Here,
This piece of moon i shall give you,
And bind you
to this eternal darkness...

M:
The eternal darkness,
I shall shroud myself with,
And steal some of your sunshine,
and lighten up the lives,
of those you have bound before

D:
The hollow sun,
The rusted shine,
Take the heart and let the shroud come alive

M:
The rusted shine,
Bursting forth,
A million stars,
Speckling the shroud,
Alive, anew
With Sparkling dew,
have it... go on... eat...
As gods were born this way,

D:
The newest of them,
The small little gods,
drawn, erased, redrawn, erased,
Faint outlines,
... touched with those lips...

M:
Thats what they do,
With hollow suns
Take the little rays,
And paint the Halos,
On little Gods,
Gods casting shadows,
Thats why i steal,
Steal sunshine from you love...
Mere mortals take better care,
They take the moon and make love,
Take sands and make castles,
And even borrow my shroud to look for their lovers....

Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Hawker

Can u sell sand?
I’m sure it makes for good business.
Sandcastles, after all are
The biggest construction needs of the world...
Despite the downside
Of them washing away
With the next wave the sea sends in…

‘A minute later’ is all it takes
For it to be but only a dream...

So sell sand,
Sell sand that would
Not cling and would wash the fastest
And hence needed by people the most
To replenish their ever wanting souls
The resale value is high, you see!!!

I’m sure,
A lot of people are buyers
Cause dreams don’t cease to cease
They keep coming back wave after wave,
The sea god sends them over
To help my business much.


They will cease
Once u sell sand
I have some in my pouch
Want it?
I sell it cheap...

Monday, June 18, 2012

ibadah

आज जब मैं जागा तो तेरा हाथ रखा था मेरे हाथों पर,
गरम रजाई सा लपेटे,
अपने होठों से बस चन्द centimeter दूर|
मैंने तेरे गालों पे हाथ फेरा,
और हलके से खीछ लिया अपना हाथ,
तो नींद में ही तेरी उँगलियाँ ढूँढने में लग गयी|
मेरे हाथों को छूकर फ़िर से लिपट लिया,
इस बार ज़रा जोर से,
फ़िर धीरे से मुस्कुराते हुए,
फ़िर खो गयी अपने सपनो के बादलों में,
और मैं ताकता रहा तेरे चेहरे को,
कि दाईम इबादतों से आज नज़र आई है आज जन्नत|

Monday, April 09, 2012

Replies - The witch Goddess


I make my own destiny,
and you, with your assumptions,
took the liberty,
set your dreams for me,
you took my smiles and pity,
and started strangling it.

If i were to break free again,
had to fly in my own open skies,
i had to break what held me,
and smiled
when i knew you would too.
someday, when you find your own skies.

You, with your assumptions,
saw my love as deep,
which was nothing but a Magic Potion.
and dived into Oceans.
You with your tears,
drowned me.

In reply to The Witch Goddess - Poem By Howdy