Good Morning Love!

 

Good Morning Sweetheart

The splendent ray

It's incessant wait ends

touches her petaly skin

A soft smile builds on her face

A greet exchanged

Envious, I spew at the morning light

 

Her ethereal innocence

sets me in a trance

my eyes mist up

a fairy journey begins

apprehension trampled

vermin of anxiety shot

fear tamed,

pushed into the abyss

 

Only the heart beats,

as a zestful tide

the air redolent

with fumes of love,

purges the hidden chambers

drifts the nettling thoughts

 

She comes close

the shiny droplets

dripping through her hair

fall on my bare skin

the flesh breathes life

the holy water of love permeates

a greet exchanged - Good Morning!

 

 

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Birth!

A tunnel
Long and windy
Darkness engraved
Pressing silence
Whispers
A furtive nexus, or
An ominous swear

Caged in,

my kicks, Feeble
my shrieks, Futile
wonder
if can permeate
those dense walls

Tender tapping

The sweet croon
A mellifluous voice
Vectors of assurance
Threats lifted

A sudden flush

All illuminated, white

One holds,
The emollient touch
One kisses,
Welcome note shared
One calls,
"You are mine"

I recognize

that Voice and that One

The cool gentle wind murmurs - 
"Mom"

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Absence!

The wistful heart

Gloom whipstiched

Weeps for your absence

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The Cry!

Papa, So much to share, 

        But numbered are the days 
Can you not try, 

           And, extend your stay

Watery eyes, 

The formation of tears

And, his unflinching crusade to

Hide those shears

     Papa, w'll enjoy these three days

Let the future sink

      I see his struggle to

       Internalize the link

Papa, I understand the crux

       But, cannot fathom the brute

Why God is so unkind

 Why doesn't HE root

 Papa, I long for the feel

   The intertwined fingers

     But, Empty is the bed

             The smell of yours lingers

       Papa, I stare at the ruckles      

    Wallowing at my plight

        My shrills get drowned

              Amidst the dreary night

Papa, can you not fix

     Help me win this fight

     Motionless, I stand

        Oh son, I love you

                 I hug him tight.........

( During my return, after my term break, from my home location, my son's insistent cry left me in a bitter state. The way one forces oneself to unshackle, momentarily, the love grips of near ones, to chase ones aspirations can be shattering - I know it's all about the greater benefit, but hands on heart, at times, it kills.....the intangible stakes are equally high for a mba. I dedicate this to my son, but may be likewise applicable for our mom, wife, husband; sorry, if the post got a bit grim....)

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Poets United, Midweek-Motif

Symmetry!

Demonic black to Fairy white, 

Quiescent melancholy gives way to Halcyon tranquility

The harmonic symmetry of Life

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Sweetheart!

Black clouds of ennui
Restlessness of a fly
Synonymous with thee
Neither excited, nor doomed
Words fail to innervate

Your name, the Outlier
Queasiness nailed

Corneal spangle

Lather of Happiness

Love it is!
The variable, 
Quadrants fail to accomodate
Grows, 
And it grows, exponentially....

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Missing you....

Son

His eyes

glisten, glister
Hugs me tight
Waves of Reunion

 The toodle-oo moment 
His eyes change, stolid stare
Tears trickling, cheeks moistened

 Weightless drops, heavy on my soul 
Tidal Wave of separation engulfs me

( This is an Etheree.  Etheree is a ten-line poetry ascending in syllable count for ten unrhymed lines. It’s attributed to an American poet, Etheree Taylor Armstrong of Arkansas. An Etheree should focus on one idea or subject )

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The Beginning!

Midnight oil burns

Eyes swollen

Turned into a cognitive miser

Sleep stolen

The night became continuous

Days are discreet

Probability of staying awake

Post dinner, Strollers brainstorm on the street

Tangential goes the lesson

The 4P, and the 7C

Learnt to hide the rumples 

Confidence is the key

Pressure became a croon

Surprising is the fact

'Conditioning' is the deal 

The mind signs the pact

The dream and the pain

They heavily fought

Marginal rate of substitution

Cuts the Gordian knot

Gobbled the word exhaustion

Let the blood and flesh depreciate a bit

Future account is the impetus

Market value will be a hit

Maximising utility

That's the theme

Moulding oneself into a T

That's the scheme

The glorious end beckons

Clears the wooley sky

The choice I made

Hits the bulls eye.....

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Shield!

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I would crawl back in my cocoon

Shielding myself from the rest

Worried more of other's thoughts

But, not put myself to test

Weakness, I keep to myself

Potraying an image that's not I

Start living in duality

Wary of the snoopy eye

The inhibitions, Can I shed

The false image, Can I tear

The reactions, Can I unhook

The naked truth, Can I bear

I can shield, I can cover

There's nowhere, I can run

An affirmative to the epochal questions 

Life is sorted, and done

The unflinching move to do the dare 

The penchant to break that shield

The sublime beauty of the emerging self 

An unmeasurable yield!

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Final week to B school....

7 more days

The friends will finally meet

All in a frame, 

Worked into a frenzy

An excitement, none can beat

The chance to add that fiery brand

Long cherished and dear

The odyssey is the enlivener

Game for the fun filled year

A heavy billowed heart, 
Calling family a bye

The cheerful greet, The sweet embrace 

Repairs the melancholy

Crafts the relationship pie

Hand in Hand, we will march
And in chorus we will sing

The pledge to back each is the totempole

Apprehensions get a ding

A deal to keep the flame alive
To walk the sinuous wire

Few bottlenecks might exist 

But we will wade through the mire

The end beckons, 

And we cruise on

The resplendent orange flame bombards the sky

Signalling a new dawn....

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Wordle 205
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Happiness!

I look at my kid...the innocence seems to spill over. The ethereal beauty of his face, his yearning of coming close and playing with me (till eternity).......ohh my, when he sleeps, his embrace - the magical touch of his says so many things; the sense of protection that he feels - anything and everything, demons, witches, and even his mama that come his way - baba is the sentry, who will build an impregnable wall around him, redirecting everything away.....I pocket HAPPINESS.

The other day, I asked him -  what do you like in me? He didn't even bat his eyelids to generate the impromptu answer: baba, I love everything of you. I hugged him tight, tears moistening my eyes.....I pocket HAPPINESS

He overhears, and could only distill that baba wants to get into some school by the name IIM. Every night, before dozing off, he would say -  baba, mark my words, your dream will come true. I would pat him gently, laughing to myself - Innocence is bliss. When I received the final admit, overjoyed I took him in my lap and spilled the news. He didn't show much excitement, and matter of factly said he knew it would happen. A bit wary, does this kid even know what and how much it takes to get into IIM? Smiling, I asked him, how could you be so sure? He with his casual promptness showed so much of assertion in responding to this: "Everyday, I told god, who resides in my heart, give my baba the thing which he wants because my baba is too good, and god if you don't, I will break my friendship and won't allow you to reside in my heart". I hugged him tight, tears trickling down....I pocket HAPPINESS.

This post is written in response to Coca-Cola International Day of Happiness

Alone....

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Mom, I yen to utter

The deaf ear, the closed shutter

Papa, can you not hold 

The blind eye, the response in cold

Where did u all go

I sit, looking down the lane

Will you not come back

One two three....I count in vain

I didn't do any mischief

I wasn't at a fault

Why is God then so fumed

Why did he pick my vault?

Am I a slough, 

Which needs to be torn

Or, A case

That is just forlorn

Questions, trivial, spin round the morn

Why were I called the angel, when I was born?

My wails have lost its sound

The heavy grief, I have started to bear

A shadowy figure down the lane, 

The footsteps of mom, getting near....

I'm moved at the plight of the innocent bunch of tulips, the so-called orphans ( how can they ), at Liberia....

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Mag 261

The Painted Lady....

Veins pierced, the blood is drained

Colourless I, the heart is grained

The painted lady- I, an anathema to all

Turned into a flesh pot, a risque ball

The ghostly night sneaks, stalking as an owl

The little lily deflowered, no one picks the howl

Stare at the bed, in a fluffy weightless state

The ruckles on the sheet, my only soul mate

Sit by the granite table, looking through the pane

Empty I, name-identity all lost down the lane

Sucked in the vicious circle, I yen for the dawn

The dim auroral glow, the fear of darkness gone

The hex will be broken, all will stop to leer

Women empowered, I hear the growing cheer!!!

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Wordle 201
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My Father....

Problems

Hopeless and Delicate, I

The reassuring croon

Solutions perched

The tutelar touch

Like soft petal 

Accomodating the tiny dew drop

A parasite me nourished

The host drained 

Smile intact, Rumples hidden 

Ominous nebula cuts the blue sky 

The heavy deluge

Outside, I stand

Drenched

I yearn, I pine

The umbrella

He will hold

Incessant wait

The river of tears

Raindrops 

Intermingle

The pang of Gross truth 

I shlep myself towards the open door
Looking in

Dad, I miss u.........

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Wordle 200

The Solitude....

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The impish grin!!!

A hellish union

Conspiracy on the roll 

Dreams crumble

Sanity on toll 

The stinky cage

Dungeons of desolation, He fears

Try not to flee

The shushed whisper, He hears

Loser, Loner

The words ring

The escapade

A wishful thing

The Armageddon

The trumpet blows

Life infused

A radiant glow

Cage walls crack

Shushed warns fade

The dawn's refulgent beam

Orange and red

The freedom

He devours

The triumph

He basks

Speaks to self

All thoughts merged

The blissful splashes of solitude

The soil of loneliness purged!!!

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SILENCE!!!

All the nastiness inflicted upon me

I hanged on, And chose not to see

I could hear the giggle, Turning into a roar

Silence prevailed, Will I ever near the shore

The pent up anger, I wanted to open the gate

Endurance at its limit, I started cursing my fate

Tears trickled down, And wet got my cheek

Silence prevailed, Will the clock of joy ever tick

The golden rays finally emerge, cutting through the dark

The zephyr is here to stay, The thunder stops to bark

The tide has turned, The avenger inside will now manage the flow 

Silence prevailed, It's the lull before the blow 

A sudden tepidness, And I stop to think

Can I not ignore, and let those thoughts sink

Do they deserve so much of effort, or worthy of this glare

A whirlpool of calmness soaks me up, I move on without a stare

I internalised the notes of silence, A beat so mellifluous and dear

Silence prevails, "Silence is golden" - the byword rings in my ear!!!

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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!

The pleasant sun, the cool shades, the fragrant air points to one

My tongue can only roll over the word LOVE...see what you have done

I sit on the bench, enjoying the meadows so green

All thoughts open like flood gates, The cuddly moments keep flashing in

The best moment? People dives in the memory heap, scooping something with their try

Ask anyone who has fallen in love, impromptu he goes, without even batting an eye

The wait, the fight, the smile, the effort to look the best

Engrossed in the ripples of love, Let everything be at rest

I wanna get drenched in the air of love, the aroma sweeps me over

I wanna break all the shackles, and wander like a rover

I wander, cry, fall, and laugh with no clue of what I ought to do

The vortex of love engulfs me, drawing me near to you

I never feel the need of a snap, when I move out of your sight

I close my eyes, with arms spread....And can always hug you tight

Sitting at the vantage point, I watch time moving on

Fingers interwined, your head on my lap...we witness, everytime, a new dawn

The astrologer forebode... we, with strikingly opp traits, cannot walk long

Thanks my love....its 10th Anniversary, and we have proved everyone wrong.

Walking is not about miles or days, its about the moments that we share 

Time will fly off for sure, But then no more do I care

The loveboard spins, And at TEN stops the flying dart

I may miss the date, but not the feel....

Happy Anniversary sweet heart!!!

Hobby....And I was punished.

I used to curl that metallic, steel coloured rectangular box to me wherever i went, sat, and slept. The most prized procession, I had, of which I didn't want to lose sight. The one that I showed off to every one, taking pride and explaining in detail about the blood and sweat that has gone into this. I patted myself on my resourcefulness, while digging through the filth in collecting the treasures of trove. I borrowed the lens of Mr 10th Baker Street, looking for the tails and eventually finding new evidence. Wow...what a trail. 

I even got a feel of what barter system actually meant when I used trade one of my items with the wannabe collectors for a full size image of my fav star from sportstar, the then revered magazine, or for a polished square magnet, or for a treat of yummy phuchkaas, alu kablis ( bengali for paani-puri ) during the school recess. I even tried to cash on this with the opposite species, the girls, but in vain..they were never interested..I still wonder Why??? I had been asking this question to my wife, who used to be one of my then targets, with no concrete answers. 

This box travelled to Durgapur, Haldia, and Kolkata wherever my father got transferred. All credit goes to my mom, you know how they are. She used to treasure this as if its an IIT or IIM certificate that she cannot afford to lose..But then with time, when new friends, noon shows, girl friends, nancy fridays wrapped in brown sheet started keeping me busy, I lost touch and the maddening spree declined. 

Recently, while searching in the store room, though I could lay my hands upon that rectangular metal box, the contents - THE NUMEROUS COVER FACES OF A MATCH BOX, the different designs, the varied colours - were missing; all memories coming in a flash......May be the rats acted as a messenger and helped those disappear in the thin air, punishing me for the way I shelved those, ignored those, and left those on their own.....Yup..I'm sorry, and I deserve it....

Hope....

The adage holds still...there's many a sip bxn the cup and the lip

When I thought I've touched the ribbon, there went off that beep

Thecoldcomfort, the consolation....there's always a second time

Was there a bit of truth in it, or was just a friendly dime

The last, the final option, and then all w'll be dry

If this slips by, I wll be clueless of where to start, and what else to try

Neither can I stand on a soil so soft, nor can I walk into the stinky cage

Can I keep my composure, or be trapped in the maze

The light is at the end of the tunnel, thats what I thought

Thoughts can also be delusory...why alone Looks always boil on the pot

I experienced the truth..Beatings of life is harsher than those of a cane

Wincing in pain, I still reprise, this bleak moment wll eventually wane

HE w'll either drop a new canvas, or wll spread the blotter

The breeze of hope is getting steady, and my heart stops to flutter

Winning this over, I want to scream till my vocal chords ache

I hope HE befriends me in this very last take....

Exhausted.....

Give me peace, I am drained

Washed up.....the mind can no further be trained

I am just cruising, dont know what's in store

Expectations changed, I want no more

Why did I do, was there any need

I curse the day, when I planted the seed

The steps taken, did I weigh the risk

Or was it again an impulsive kick

I did my bit, but my patience is falling

I dread that day, when I listened to the calling

A single decision, and now everything is grim

At times I loathe myself, why did I dream

I hide it from all, but I am in fear

The whispers are getting loud, I can hear

I jerk off the thoughts, try to be in gear

Heavier getting the thoughts, pushing me to the rear

I dreamt, I stretched, and I chose to think tall

Life cannot punish the pursuer, in place everything will fall.

Let me rekindle the torch of faith, I won't let my confidence crack

I won't sign out so easily........I'll march on this track.

AMEN!!!!!