You and I
My life is out of gear
Like said by a learned
As if stricken by Pandemic
Out of focus n out of control
Spreading and rooted
It gives pain,
Gives way lost feeling
I feel I am drowning
Bound by weights.
But I would not like you
Regard me as if
I am clinging to you
Like the drowned
Cling to pond side grass
To went inside with a thud
Dragging you along.
You are glow of my face
You are light of my dark dungeon
You are reflection of my soul
You are echo of my lost heaven
My crusade is for my motherland
And with an angel like you beside me
I feel I could climb with my broken legs
The Aravali Hills, the Hindukus
Cross the Arakan Peninsula
To pluck the Golden Magnolia
From the banks of River Nile
And call out to Cleopetra
Come, let’s rule the world again
You and I
Without E tu Brutus!
And Ceaser
As Amazon Princess
Clean soul and undying courage
Heavenly star Companion
I brought with me
I am his shadow
Even in darkness
We are two sides of a coin
I vowed to merge in his ocean
Because I have returned from Bermuda Triangle
From Marina beach Tsunami
From the sunk Titanic
From the sunk island of Pompei
From the Tomb of Shahjahan and Mumtaj
From the lyrics of Yaani
From the strings of Ravi Shankar
And from Cello of Hauser
And from the tunes of Vann Johnson.
With Saki and Amrit
Oh my beloved,
Fill the cup again
With saki and amrit both
So that we could travel
To the vision eternal among stars
Where god and goddesses
Tune and rhythm us
For showering the universe
With bright crystals of pure energy
With the tandav they taught
Not the well-known dance of destruction of lord Shiva
But another never seen before
To let earth taste the sweetness of nectar
Yes, the taste of nectar
To forget the differences among us
To perform noble tasks happily
In the line of duty as perfect creation of heaven almighty
As Socrates said 2500 years ago
We could give true meaning to perfection
Collectively with supreme noble understanding
With each other and others everywhere
Also tolerating our differences
By strengthening ourselves
With pure beauty of eternal love
to revive the era in history
of human endurance
divine unflinching courage
to embrace godly deeds
with supernatural strength
to show the universe
an unending canvas of picture perfect
painted with the power of eternal love pure
as everlasting and undying gift for humanity
come my love,
bind and make ME more strong with power of sentiments
who said life is too short
and we leave with feelings and wishes unrequited?
No, I would never accept
For I have witnessed pure honesty and fire
In your eyes while you spoke
You were in a dream world
And lead the generations
To the land of nobility and chivalry bygone
Selling dreams as proverbial dream merchant
You came out so beautifully
The stance you take
And the pure recital of vows of future
Enliven and enthralled me again
That was I yearn to hear and waiting
Your speech was pure magic
If it did not make the listeners strong
They are puppets lifeless
Convincing the humanity
With power of love
Heavenly eternal forever
I TOOK another decision that moment
So my only love!
Pour another glass of saki
Offer me a piece of bread
Under this riverside tree
And you beside me
picture of eternal love
With cello and duk duk in my hand.
My Chingda Satpi
This is only one life I got
And if I am burning it both ends
Who is there to lament for me?
No one for long.
Duties are given by society
My share I have done
Now don’t bind my feet again
Many times broken in my quest
Don’t bind me now.
Let me dedicate my remaining life
To my CHINGDA SATPI my motherland.
I retrospect the days bygone
Searching in my soul
And find myself reborn
On a lonely far hilltop
Alone with storms and rain
But I am not afraid anymore
The shots of man are echoing inside me
Making me stronger day by day.
I am not looking back
I saw myself coming out
From the pyramids of Egypt
Among Mayan civilisations
Among last of Mohicans
From scenes of Sixth sense
Inside sets of Avatar the movie
Among those graphic butterflies
They always called me.
Don’t tell me let’s watch Titanic
And Last day of Pompei
That gives only tales of destruction
Of human negligence that cost lives precious
Of an island sunk with stories incomplete
That gives tears to eyes
Year after years.
Solitary journey is mine if I have to
Until I reach my golden rainbow
Until I reach my golden gate
The Golden Nongpok Thong
I am the lifeless statue
Created in leisure and pleasure
By a metallic steel Mandarin
Put life into me and make me stronger today
Because I have miles to go before I reach
To the far land
Where golden Magnolias bloom
For My CHINGDA SATPI
For showering on my Idol
Oh sweet smell of Magnolia,
Make me more strong
Listen to my tale.
Beginning of my journey
Met someone on road
We smiled to each other
As if we knew each other
As if we are long lost friends
Sharing we have hidden in our soul
Created a bond inseparable
Two souls bound by same destination
Alas! when I opened eyes
I found myself alone
But I am not afraid today though
I will GO TO MY CHINGDA SATPI
TO wait for time to take me
To the land of Golden Rainbow
Risen Sphinx from Ashes
If you feel that
I am taking life
As if I am Big Gambler
Meaningless will be my yearnings
Crumbling like sand towers
It will be lost
Without reaching your soul.
I came to say that
I worship you
In the innermost sanctum of my soul
You are in my blood
Without you I will be lost
Unable to live for tomorrow.
I came to say that
Your place can not be taken by God Himself.
You came like a guiding light
In my tortured life
In my dark dungeon of despair
You have lifted me
On the waves of ecstasy
With a magic wand in your eyes.
These drops of ceaseless tears
They told you a story
A tale of longing
Each has a story to tell
Of pangs of separation
Each one is crying aloud
Don’t go away!
I cannot live without you!
I cannot live without you!
I won’t be able to endure
The very thought of losing you!
The tale of your leaving
Many are whispering
Oh, if only they realise
They are killing me alive
Plunging a sharp dagger
In my tortured heart!
In my day and night
I saw you beside me
Like a whiff of a fragrance
I feel you beside me
In my closed eyes
Looking me with that fire in your eyes
Watching me with tender care.
Why did you say
You are leaving?
Why did you take the name of God?
As if He has no mercy for me
I will fight Him if I have to
I will fight him.
I was made a loser all my life
Now I cannot lose you
My life is hanging
On a mere thread of living
I thought my heart has turned to stone
But you appeared like a lightning
On that balmy afternoon
With laugh and fire in your eyes
Enthralled and engulfed me
With a longing long dead.
I have forgotten that
I too have a pulsating heart
I thought it was all walled up
Like Anarkali unseen and dead
But your coming kindled me
With a light so beautiful
With a bounce in my steps
And
With a song on my lips.
I was in a void for years
I killed myself when my life torn apart
I gave a life of living dead
But today it is crying out for you
Every moment every day
Tonight
I won’t be able to stop
My hand
My pen
My tears
How can I say that
I cannot bear
The very thought of your parting
To a distant land of your choice?
When the soul left the body
Can it survive for a moment?
Come
Tell me
Teach me
How to survive this night
Let alone the coming years.
Metallic Steel Mandarin
Enthroned on stone altar
Semi-Gods turn stone cold
Standing on slippery rocky stiff mountain
Pretty life offer fearful vision.
Where the difference starts and ends
Between pagan Gods and technical Mandarins
Known as uncommonly good
Only heaven and devotee knows.
But struck by lightning
Half dead and burnt
Turned into paralysed vegetable
Who realize the agony of the pitiful earthworm?
When pretty Hiroshima turns into
Vast spread of ashes, dried human flesh and blood
It became a lesson in history and technical library
Of huge American dream and human conquest.
But who cares how many souls
How many incomplete and untold stories
How many dreams and hopes
Are crushed under the rubble
Beneath the lowest layer of the blood stained red ash
Whose living parts are turned into
Specks of red ash and submerged into lap mother Earth
As unending spread of red ash
And paralysed into a monument
Somewhere between human boundary
And Bill Gates unending line of metallic statues?
The writer is a traditional textile entrepreneur and poet
