The Wait....

15 mins ..already ..shud have known better then to fall in love.
Blody..what the f**** she thinks of herself....My time has no value???
Yeh ladkiyaan..bhi..na pata nahin kya samajhte apne aapko..mehin behen ka lawra hoon..jo chutiya ki tarah..######
Then it started raining(pouring to be exact..) I saw everyone running for covers...the busy crossroads of gariahat.suddenly attained a weired pacificity..hoards of people cramming under the roof near traders assembly...resembled a sack of potato... packed in a way as to minimize the space between..them..
Any wayz as the uncovered footh path was empty I could sit there and wallow in self pity..while she takes her..time...the ice cream mans also..not there CHCHA....
Well 5.30 still no..signs of her..and my cell's gone to ..trust RELIANCE(It is not reliance you dumb fuck get drenched and then blame RELIANCE...god knows whther Dhiru bhai..can still sleep in peace or not....)..
The time machine..chugs..on the rains subside..the crowd disperse..still no signs of her(That damned ellusive pimpernell..)
Well was brooding...Suddenly a pat on the back..
I turn back and there she stood..
The sun just..broke through..the intense cloud covering..mellowed,washed and fast fading orange sunlight...bathed..the surface of the earth..giving the numerous newly formed puddles a glassy sheen.....tranquility prevailed as the hitherto restless mind found solace in the depths of her eyes.
As the sunlight fell on her i remebered my mother telling me..eta ke kone dekha aalo bola hoye tor bou..ke aage ei aalo te dekhbo tarpor tor biye debo.
It was a paranormal experience the mind transcended beyond the relams..of reason..
The rain drops..trickling down her neck and sunrays..pilfering through..them..gave sensuality another dimension...
One strand of hair which had broken free lay there against..her cheek..stuck to it like..a newborn sticks to it's mothers breast.
My fast dwindling..hopes of stangling her took..a plumetting..nose dive...
She opened mouth to say something...Her lips moves and I couldn't hear what she said..(Yeeeeeeeessss...I had become Comfortably numb..).
Putting my fingers to her..lips..I kissed..her on the forehead..and...the journey began.

Benglish...or engali

The first drops of rain..
The ' I am missing someone ' pain...
The warm coffee cup..
The teddy bear hug...
The rustling of the leaves..
The whispering breeze..
The wet bike ride..
The flying of the kite..
The walking through the maze..
The after whisky daze..
The finding of eternal peace..
The 'etho mukhe' kiss..
The tranquil passive lake..
The living on the edge...
The 'chotto kure ghor'
Shei achena galar shor...
Shei hothath preme pora..
Shei candyfloss khaowa..
Shei agune haath shanka..
Shei tomar chokhe dekha..
Shei odbhut..ek akooti..
Shei hashite lotaputi..
Shei prothom stage otha..
Shei mrityur mukhe hasha..
Shei bidi te prothom taan..
Shei bathroome chenchiye gaan..
Ekdin..jabo bhashan...
Kintu jotodin aache praan..
Aaami gayibo..
Eyi sadhinotar gaan...

The Snake and The Frog

Skipitty , Whipitty, Ribitty frog...
Sat on a moss green log...
Looking at the starlit sky....
Wondering.. why it shone so bright..?

Viley,Wiley,Coily snake..
Slithered on the edge of the lake...

I am hungry he thought, and I need to hog..

I see Skipitty , Whipitty, Ribitty frog...
"Frog , Frog"..said the snake..
'Why do u look at the sky?''
"Look into my eye..."
''I will sing u a lullaby'
Said the frog to the Snake..
' Go take a break..
''I will look, and fall into a trance..
That will be ur chance..
'Not in this life..dude..
''As usual you are screwed'
With a skippity skip ,whippity whop..
Away went the Skipitty , Whipitty, Ribitty frog...

Reflections..and Recollections......

Sauntering through these pacific thorroughfares..
Thinking quietly..abt the number of grey hairs..
These heavily..veined and wasted arms..reflecting all of my age..
Telling myself...I donot need a stage..
Holding back the tears..that cut through me fine...
I surely have lost count of time....

Walking through these meadows of solitude.
Wearing an 'I dont care attitude'..
Listening to the birds singing on the pine..
Trying to pick up an unfamiliar line..
Letting God decide what to do with his gifts..
As I wander alone through..this mist...
I will complete , oneday, this journey of mine..
So what if I have lost count of time?..