Long Abir Poems

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Moments For Blooming 1 - 5

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


Tears

“Congratulations. The heartbeat is there, it is almost six weeks.”

Ru was finding herself out of words. Abir was holding her hands.
He was eagerly looking at the monitor.
“Ru.. our baby!”

Ru was watching his face. 
Last night, after making love, she observed his face in the moonlight.
A peaceful, tranquil face. She is not yet fully used to this face. 
How many shades are there to describe a face? 
In colors of love … in colors of joy?
Ru kissed him in her mind. 

Tears were silently dropping, still, from her eyes.
And she could hear a sharp noise of tearing that appointment letter, 
in her mind.
Form: Prose

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