The Empty-Idle Chair

I'm sitting on an idle chair.
The heart's wandering I know not where,
Searching, seeking to share and confide,
While the world's all asleep outside.
The moon shies away behind a cloud,
As Heart calls upon't to hear its sound;
The stars are busy twinkling numerous times,
So is the breeze, blowing the wind-chimes.

The idle chair now seems to move.
It turns and turns itself to prove,
How painful it is to stay so still,
The void within, it yearns to fulfil.
It throws me down unable to bear;
Heart scatters in pieces round the empty, idle chair.

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Even Death Pretends...

Like a flash are days in a stormy night
While nights groan out in endless plight.
Eyes refuse to shut out the light;
And memories ruthless paint my sight.

With blood from me her face she draws
By fiery hands, oh fiery claws!
Tossing from heaven to hell; she breaks all laws;
And breaks me till my breathings pause

She leads me where the journey ends
Away from all my foes and friends.
To pain then soon hand extends
She is playing. I smile. Even Death pretends!

[In collaboration with Arnab Bhattacharya]

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The Open Book

Sparkling waves come dancing more,
Blending into the sand-lit shore
While sun creeps back to its divine abode
Illuminating heavens on its way back home.

There lies on the coast an open book;
And as dusk dawns slowly in each corner and nook,
Its empty pages, like an empty soul
Seeks to fill itself, to be whole.

Thus amidst the vivifying hues,
It searches for its only Muse,
Who would sing the mildest melody
Rousing the soul to tranquillity.

Breezes blow, effacing the shackles
Of life and its ruins and unheard crackles.
Day goes to sleep as Sun bids adieu,
Soul finds itself in the mesmerising view.

The pages are empty no more,
Soul has so much to pour.
But only till it begins to rain;
'Cause tomorrow morning it will be empty again...

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The Nature of Life

Life's blooming in ways bizarre,
Teaching lessons as it rolls.
"And Happenings happen the way they are
Meant to happen", the Brain consoles!
Heart revolts-- "No! All Brain says
In juggling words is just a solace".

I say Life's a failure, a broken sigh;
But never an end to striving high.

[In collaboration with Arnab Bhattacharya]

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