I wish I were that message in the bottle.
Floating in the ocean
Or lying at the bottom perhaps.
And when, on some fateful day
A wave stole me from my ocean's womb
I would come gliding onto the shore
To be the reason of some child's smile,
To be stored in his magic-box forever.
Or better still..
Be able to die an almost easy death,
Crashing against a rock
And returning to the womb again..
Tomar kobita baaje aakashye,
Brishti podle shunte pari..
Megher proteeksha korthe hoe,
Taki shobdo dhorte pari..
Your poems haunt the inky sky,
Hear it when the rains soak the birches.
Waiting for the clouds to pour down,
So as to catch your verses.
Oh how you sew the words together,
Effortless magician fingers.
And the way you hold that pen of yours,
The great monsoon's harbinger.
How they fall upon the papyrus,
The words like dewdrops on the leaves.
The sheer innocence of your thoughts,
As the rising sun bereaves.
Cause' the mighty sun can't face them,
Like the night, the verses hit him.
They intermingle with the rains
And fill the monsoons to the brim.
So when you die,O mighty one,
Inside your pages,you shall lie.
Your obituary shall be penned thus,
In deep red ink, onto the sky.
And there goes my mind again,
Fighting with me
On things as stupid
As stupidity can be.
On why the smell of your skin
fills me with pain
As I lift ur shirt off the hammock
& let it touch me again..
Why my heart aches like hell,
Remembering that last caucus..
The last kiss still fresh on my lips
As you got into the bus..
When you'v left
the day rewinds in my mind
A movie blurred-smiles & tears
your face your smile outlined
How you laugh'd through tears
On the dumbest of my jokes.
How you grimaced & moan'd
when I spoke of my folks.
And so I stop fighting
With my mind
And give in to my heart
where you are confined
And fight with it
As Well
