Best Romancehome Poems
10.
the apparent golden pot that i thought
to be the underneath of a kadam-tree
in the dim light i can notice that
the stars in the sky are disappearing
this session of poetry
is coming to an end
now where would i
go
to that little home
the home
a tiny word of 4 letters
within that home
the children are giggling
playing … and making funs
when i entered
with a tri-cycle in hand
for them
i have been perplexed
many old persons are waiting there
to shake hands with me
11.
almost most of my desires
are very much hurt
to show it publicly
i wrap bandages
around all over my body
i keep on the stage-drama
in our programme of reading poetry
tea is served twice
current has gone off for three times
for four times the mobiles ring
to pick up love
some people think about returning back
from today’s dais to the ancient stage
of performing folk-drama
then they are also sympathetic
to my sufferings
12.
everyday
on my way to return home from the school
when my mom took hold of my hands
i could see in my body
the dancing of an unforgettable
aura
even now that mystical halo is walking
on the leaves of the trees
to fulfil my mornings
that wayfaring along the road
is ringing far and far-off
thus taking bath in every day’s
dust smoke hue and cry
many such love
gradually gets aged
is it true
in the long run
i too
would be the ingredient
of a fairy-tale
just because i love
that paddy field
some time later
she will also become
human
13.
then she will make all of us
join her walking
those inmost feeling
those memories meditations
the loneliness and solitude…
sans the touch of the imagination of
a crater…
a creator…
this blunder…
this socially outcast white …
this type of uneven…
and irrelevance…
sume words
when peep in the mind
i surprise to see that
it’s ten to 2 at night
then in the balcony
my father is crying
he always notices some grave-yard men
in front of him
and sheds tears
18.
who has lied in the box
made up of the temperature
of god
all on a sudden
there is a hue and cry
in the abdomen of the time
wearing a dirty pajama
actually that has been filtered up
from the voices of rock-songs
the roaming
of a fatigued traveller …
the lies
within their wishes
write my existence
and then run
to buy vegetables
from the station-market
so many lay-offs
come to the body of paper-weight
to listen to all those
is not improper
walking through the traffic-jam
gradually
this home becomes solely my home
one day the golden of
human
then it is i
who is you
and walking through the
monsoon
on either side of the field
it is all autumn
19.
when borrowing the religion of
the night-queen
i fall in love
then is it real
that our mangos and jack-fruits
can make the perfumed-soap
vigorously from the light of the
blood-line
i count the bells of the churches
ringing repeatedly
and piercing the image
of your prominent face
rounding through lots of old
the love becomes exhausted
and the love comes back
in the form of college-classes
there are you myself
and so many notes
of the body
Do you see the lady who just made her entrance with a twirl?
I hear tell she’s quite a quintessential girl
She has all the requirements for romance and raw sexuality
And behind her lays one too many a casualty
Can you imagine the handsome who escorted her in?
All we need do to find him is to seek a mile wide grin
Because he goes to sleep next to slender silent lips
Lips that need no lipstick because I’d concentrate on her hips
She walks with oiled grace as I view a vision and a vista so fine
And what, my friend, would you trade to say “she’s mine”
Wouldst you bestow upon her the respect such royalty deserves
As mine eyes focus clearly now on her curvature and her curves
Now twelve bells sound and the songs come to one abrupt end
And if that’s the woman you’re going home with I pity you my friend
But you know the lady we’ve been eyeing all night as we watched her dine
Well I really must be taking her home now because that is my wife divine
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