If I were another

I was upset, because I did not get the promotion for which I worked hard
Somewhere in a corner of this earth, a farmer was tying a rope on a branch

I was sad, because she did not reply me back
Somewhere a coffin-wrapped-in-triranga came home with a letter in pocket of his shirt

I was angry because I was delayed in this traffic for hours
Somewhere a villager could not carry his pregnant wife , in time, to hospital

I was crying, as my life was not going according to my plan
Somewhere a girl child was thrown into a well as she was a girl

Once upon a time

And once we were discussing hobbies
I said, ‘You know, I am good at running’
She asked, 'running away or running towards?'
I did not like the question. So I ran away
Now I think I should have stayed

And once we were talking about Life
she said ,'God has a plan for all of us'
I disagreed and said ' It is random and has no meaning'
After all our Gods died young
Now I think,she should have listened to me

And once we were debating on philosophy
I said , 'happiness is reality divided by expectations'
She argued and said 'It is not that simple to define'
When all the expectations gone and still I don't feel infinite
Now I think she had proved her point

And once we were playing cards
she said , 'you know, love is like card game'
You have to play the right card at right time to win
I said , 'I don't like this game any more and I quit'
Now I think, I should have bluffed and kept playing.

Too loud a solitude

This night arrives like all other nights, in my vain

Your cards, my bluff; Let us bet each other till eternity’s end

Your hair, my eyes; Let us search ourselves in its temporary darkness

Your fingers, my heart; Let us sing a song resembling our broken appearances

The remnant darkness of the night climbs down from my tired eyes

Somewhere I must be present

In those fluttering of eyes, when someone is in deep sleep

And thinking of the things afraid of reality

I am Minotaur; you are Theseus in this labyrinth

Running over same old ground

Morning dreams reflecting on evening sky-light
Old city, new roads
Where will I reach , if I keep walking
In a new dawn or a new night

What did gravity ask to the man standing at the edge of cliff
What did the sparrow say to the north wind
And what did those eyes filled with night ask dawn
Is love real or just an illusion?

Whom shall we blame
If our shadows blacked out in every sight
We have been defeated
Defeated by the illusions we keep

In some corner of heart, memory burns
True negative or false positive
Did you find my madness in your lips?
I think I lost it in last night's kiss

Monachopsis

Eight corners, twelve lines, a space enclosed

My kingdom, my dreams, my beginning and my end

The slow passing of time through veins

And the never ending tic-tac-toe of fate

Why they call it freedom
If each bird is chained to its own sky
And what do raindrops tell to the earth
Before they plunge into their death

Sometimes one addresses to its future self
Explaining things that seems out of place
But it is difficult to make someone understand
When the only language you know is silence

But again who knows
What someone is capable of
Send me a note may be
If you ever get out of this maze

Happiness is a verb

Someone once told me that happiness is a verb

We have to keep looking

In mutual misunderstandings, roles we mastered to play

Old letters, half-finished sentences and the time passing by

And our midnight silences and sighs

May be life is what life is

Promises and disappointments; the search that never ends

May be after every hard fought battle, we will remember

Knowing that somewhere

We will be praying for each other