sigh of sin θ

sigh of sin θ

in this world of the limped nuptial

i’ve appeared as a power-missile of the lac-dye

that is used by the hindu women

to paint the border of their feet

the tooth-ache of some-one pumpkin

that grows on the thatched roof of a hut

has wringed spirally

my mythological birth with corporate death

managing and arranging my thoughts

on what I was in the past

what I would be in the future

or what is my dos at present

the wonder-paintings of the altamira cave

unfolds its wings beside my painful in-growing nail

and in her own sky of miss marry

my hands become so much condensed in every drops

as if within that moping smog

without any speech

speaks the twinkle twinkle little star…

beside that labour pain what awakes then

is the patronage of a one-horned idea

along which while walking without much preparation

i can enter into any e-mail

though our love pulls a very long-face about itself

and in the opinion of the married women

the sigh of the sin θ of our love wants to cultivate

mustered-seeds on the soil of the inhabitants

of this human-life

with a stick by which the monkeys are driven out

what more can i say in lieu of

a piece of red-salute written in green ink

if i say in the dawn of the 52-cards

i touch your face

by the hands of a school-boy

your calmness and earthly perfume

make me stunned

then in this field of sweat and war

the explosion of logic and intellect

of your top-floor

seems more famous anchor than the milk

that spilt over on the fire

and more to say

when daubing all over the body

all taste of the path of joy

enter into then fort of gold you can notice there

when in some unknown moment

my pajama dies socially

by the bite of the snails and oysters

to keep the heart of the break-kiln always move

this form-less interactions are so well

in the harvest-arrangement of the late-autumn

we are all uttering the name of cherry-flower

and begging shelter from the mango leaves

the cause of spreading over of the fragrance

from our secret myrobalan to every side of the pillows

is not only such that in the morning

an empty ink-pot says to the rain-water

you are beautiful

it is also remarkable that

coming to our half-articulated travelling

the writings carved on the granite stone

become very much ashamed also

and taking the busy market-price of the sun-glass

in the fold of the loin cloth tied at the waist

my both hands are also marked very much

in the omnibus of the dancing-bar

such is just because it is the art and science of navigation

that pastes some earth-wave

having no number-plate

with the public

rolling down on the mat of the summer

it is impossible

to memorise the history of those

so much contended-hunger

so much contended-sleep

it is all right that the staff-members

of our vibgyr university are all alive

but they are the existence of some

bio-data only

arrangement of so much smiles and tears

in the nomenclature of banana-bed of mrs sofia

is not to tell the directionlessness of her fishery products

but if the culture of the wild trees assuming figure

then there remains no separate entity of the rbcs

inside or inside-up of the veins and arteries

all are the world of cosmetic-surgery

all are the arena of displaced national integrity

that is the only way to get admitted

into the still water of the horse-race

so the making of this self-portrait of the tip-cat game

by own-hand

so is the fancy of the engagement ring of the bursar

as a result of the headache in the au fait knee-joint

all the rats on the rice-pot of margaret

become very angry

and when they make their performance

you can’t catch them by extending your hands

so there is this sky-blue printed sari of desdemona

now take refuge under her perfumed disaster

and it is feared that there may be the drops of sweat

on the lobes of her nose extremely devoted

that the trees become to reside in

how much confusing is that cascade

in each of whose earings the dark fortnight

and whose eden garden is so large

that all those people with crevasses dwell there

they stay in a group of nine

neither eight nor ten

just n for 9

n is also meant for the nancy

and the narcissus

and the sensational appearance of the

nereid

once again we rub green-chilly after pouring water

in the parched-rice on the ancient plate made of brass

it is right that the peak is separated down from the temple

but it does not hurt the priest

by the right of our walks strewed outside

we too when hiding ourselves in the regime of fire

with our intention and activities

with our standpoint

with our conduct and behaviour

or any instant rule or direction

or our deeds

that compel the rotation of the deodorant

thus after the eye-operation

the love between you and me is now

seeing more week-ends than before

to her knee has been submitted many caws

painted in water-colour

in every corner and every hole of the body

that pulls the rickshaw the wind enters

and in every root-cause of the sufferings

the ripple of annihilation of love

from the shop of dip-swimming now

you can also purchase soundlessness

to feel the spirit of chrysoberyl

now you need the work for 100 days

to gain the power you need to keep pace

with the graph of the terracotta

that may also be a long day of fasting

then on the back of that hungry conch-shell

a globe shouts

the other’s world puts its office-water

in the fountain of cactus the roaring of which

pours so many telephone-calls into the ears

then in our market the ear-bursting sound of the generator

then in our forest-land

the bullet-fight between maoist and the joint-force

then with the enlarging and waning of our moon

are the bright fortnight the dark fortnight and the leaves of wood-apple

you may say now

those demerits relate to the seeds of the gm oranges

but just think the scanning of hibernation of the philtre

or of the kite the thread of which is cut off

they can’t escape their responsibility too

then tell me to whom i could give

my sad melting point

but then to do any work means

this trigonometry

outside the territory of copyright

then the connection of the biscuits

with the thoughts of the fire-works

is clearly dismantled

the border-zone of all relations thus keep themselves apart

and due to a sharp difference in the chromosomes of sand-stone

our dwelling-house becomes a museum

to build a hospital with a big moustache

at last within the hypnotized company

the shadow of our bed-room appears

then the light of the social moon is like the materials

with which the inner parts of the sorrows of the pomelo

is made up

it may be well for making great

the art-work of the horse-rider

that is wrapped with the handkerchief of ocean

it must be waiting for my shampoo-power too

some cure may be offered by the paraffin

and her open hair

but one deed of the rose-petals

and the convex sweet drops of molasses

is the flame of thumb-impression

that is born and brought up by the pan-cake

in-between sauce-pan and peter pan

in this all-pervasive panorama of slang-opera

Moments for Blooming

Moments for Blooming

1
the goose is putting signature
on the plume detaching from its tail

the queue is overflowed with crowd

groping in the memory of the gathering people
so many safety pins and cello-tapes
are found

on the shoulders of some wayfarers
there is the stammering cold

2.
the body-language of the moon
is being so changed

the enthusiastic may test

blood came down
when the tap is on

and sweat

now birds from siberia
are flowing in through the disc antenna

the dravidian air is ever changing

now none can get ruined
following all the grammar

3.
the sole hunger of the winter
is being noted down in the note book
covered with human-skin

the clouds of the summer and the rainy season
are salivating

the garrulous spiders are detaching the shells
of the dead deer and putting the gardens in the iron-chest

throwing dry leaves to shoo away the coke
oh, the sleeveless palms
are all the new girl-friends ok

4.
putting on the rain-coat to save the skin
or it’s an armour
is your body safe
fireworks are twinkling
piercing
the fire-brigade has gone to a joyful journey with the clouds
admit the charisma of the bathroom
you the adult buffalo
don’t forget to tell
the experienced cormorants have flown in from the marshland

5.
diving in search of kisses
I saw all are stings
even the wicker tray with the articles of ceremonial reception
can’t escape bite
would you be clean
oh engrossed abir
so many flakes of snow on the branches of the guava tree
the festival is in your teeth also
tame your blood
don’t submerge the river into the waves
and there is the sky
beg a rail


6.
I pierced the clouds with my fore-finger
And the blood-stain touches my body
the wind which makes the doors and windows
open to public view I can’t stare at its eyes
I push the storm towards the yellow-leaves

7.
sometimes the river calls
as if she will fly like the winged horse
if she be let loosed
where does she keep the sadness of her placenta
there is no flower-vase
the glass is good enough
though the lover glass has broken with the first kiss
the grass with aromatic roots trembles in the breeze from the candid wings
the orna flies tearing the caterpillar
would you let your salted water be wasted

8.
beside the comb there is hair
Is it soft green or the alkaline
How much relevant is that information
Rowing through which water the endemic comes
The afternoon-cloud giggled took permission and went home
bringing an end to today’s play
the unwashed plates after eating are placed on the basin
the night-cigarette goes burning in the mouth of air
on the coughs and expectoration floats the lost mast

9.
the sands are shy to the extreme
They don’t loot anything
The bricks have much intimacy with the wild creepers
All the komonduls and lances turned backward
Now you may easily spread your wet cloth in the air
One roof would have dialogues with another in the lost afternoon
One window have eye-sharing with the another

10.
there is the laugh
100% natural
Beauty is written on the eyebrows
that is also a game
new cloths at the time of puja
that is also an addiction
a hidden bunglow
under the tongue
no information of death