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The Melt

December did not call him out
to the creek,
it was a prod from a walking god
whose legs had grown stiff.

The softening stream is smoky,
a recuperating sun is unlocking the frozen,
slivers and floes jostle to be one 
with the melt and miasma. 

He watched water rats playing tag 
with each other’s tails.
He had argued with her
and was kicking around a grievance.
Peevishly he lobed small stones
at the rats;
they dived into the banks for cover
but soon come out again
to enjoy the spate of the stream. 

Water rats seem immune to
prolonged caution and fear,
maybe they are as forgetful as goldfish
or simply habituated to risk.

It was then that he knew
that he had to go home and apologize, 
mend what was broken, hold her close
until she melted and flowed again.


When You Will Be Free -Waqt Jo Miljaye Tmhe

When u will be free we will meet sometime 
If not on land then somewhere in sky

Your hesitations and the way you tried
Your every movements dwell in my eyes 
All those nights all those talks 
Echo in my ears & the way you laugh 

When u will be free we will meet sometime 
If not on land then somewhere in sky

I'm so much habituated of you 
All the time this heart finds you
I'll be waiting for you even after my death 
Provide peace to my soul 
By just remembering me once even in your break

When u will be free we will meet sometime 
If not on land then somewhere in sky

Note : the above poem is translation of my Hindi poem below 

Waqt Jo miljaye tmhe toh MIL lenge kabhi 
Zamee pe na shi aasmaa me khi 

Hichkichahte Aur koshise v Teri 
Aakho me basti Hai har harkate teri
Baate jo ki thi tmse Wo sare Raat ki 
Gunje Hai Kano me Aur Teri hasi 

Waqt Jo miljaye tmhe toh MIL lenge kabhi 
Zamee pe na shi aasmaa me khi 

Ye Kaisi aadat mujhko Hai Teri lagi 
Dhundhe tujhko ye dil Hr Ghadi 
Intezar hoga Tera Marne k baad bhi 
Dena sukoo(n) rooh ko 
Kamsekam yaad kr k hi

Waqt Jo miljaye tmhe toh MIL lenge kabhi 
Zamee pe na shi aasmaa me khi
Form:

Soap-Song

if the sinking-of-boat …ice-cream by name 
be deducted from the swept-off-in-flood … by name roll no 31 
then would the wings of the comics 
cease to exist 

what says the uninterrupted sound of water-falling 
from the stomach of the moon
 
what writes the pus and blood 
what writes the fuming-hot rice 

the creepers and the herbs grow continuously 
in the insomniac bath-tub 

the sounds of the horse-hoof floated by the river 
used to change the velocity of its clothes 
both in the morning and evening 

the birds from the cornice go to school 
by dip-swimming 

it may come one day when the fishes 
become very angry and in the tale of the sweet-meat 
the potter will destroy the jointly-built bee-hive 

then all hurricane would be habituated to dinner 
sans saliva 

then there would be no such morning-walk 
in the body of the trees
from which such a bore could be found out
through which an elderly saral may fly 
into the blue translation of a squirrel
 
the magnetic field of the orange-pulp 
and the productivity of the open window
reside in the same locality 

if their frequency be touched   

then the the antenna of the mermaids 
speared with sleeping-oil 
may be injured

by burnings their eyes 
the crow-birds knocks at
in the soap-foams 
produced by the afternoon 
 
the pond with a jumping deer 
wants to make bite  

it is not known by this way
when a white hyphen 
sticks to the palate of the shirt 

now put off all the whispers 
and let it be talked on the will-paper of the bees 

why the pages from the honourable ash-trays 
be excluded 

those bunch of waters 
that come out from the churning of the anises 
and the jumps born of their semen
also make friends with the group-photos 

now let this other night sends its best wishes 
to the future candles 
through a cell-phone

Separation

Opened door and window
My dissected chest on the top floor of the building 
I philandered with moonlit just once 
The Dim light was over there for a while
Vague all around the sleeping town
I laid in paralyzed body and enthralled-
With my drunkard eyeball,
with your departure to rampart for another
Fatigue all speeches of farewell were bleeder
 
All mounds of happiness were there
Twin thoughts of love were together
Our neighbors were there and there were- 
Our night parking seat, greenly straw
Varieties trees, owls, whistle of night guards
Some drunkards passerby, barking dogs
Lonely night singers song; some jazz music sounds
Some quarrelsome housewives quarrel with householders
And some habituated householders quarrel with housewives
quiet pool and sportive fishes
The lamppost, the dim light- red, green, yellow
The street beggar, the homeless family
All were there on the way of your departure
But with your departure to rampart for another
Fatigue all speeches of farewell were bleeder

-	December 2012 Chattogram

Premium Member Watamala

They line the streets
In a shanty confined
The cemented floor
A cold refuge
Embracing disgusted busts of energy
Lost in the wilds
A strange world
The Privileged ones…
What can they do
To assuage this continuing distress
About 1.7 billion
Held hostage in
This grueling tunnel
Manifest in  varied dimensions
They lack voice
Human dignity violated
Insecure exclusion of individuals
Habituated in marginal environments
Astronomical cost of living
Must be apprehended
Cities and states must be 
Built on God’s foundation
Harbingers to this state are:
Scarce basic needs
Unwilling governments
No economic freedom
Weak rule of law
Bureaucratic burdens
Lack of industralisation
Ailing financial services
Contaminated tendencies
WATAMALA


Premium Member Hair In Glare


    Traditional Indian hair composition
     of a girl gets attraction
     being curly and long
    and that's the criterion.

     Inheriting my maternal gene
     I was proud to have
     this type and naturally 
     was granted to own  beautiful hair.
    Admired in my rural community
     from very childhood boosting my vanity.

    Finishing School got admission in City College.
     Surprised to know that 
     most praise worthy modern style 
     is accepted when hair is straightened.
    
    Being born and brought up in suburbs,
    I neither have any idea about beauty parlour 
    nor could afford that much luxury.  
 
     My best friend Anya was habituated 
   to go for facial and new hair set up
    at least once a month and every time
    requested me to do once, just as a trial .
     Yet I have never been tempted.

     At last one day she offered a gift
     for hair setting in parlour accompanying her.
     But I took decision 
     not to get any obligation.
     She assured, no question to oblige
     It's her pleasure 
     Coz the parlour offers 
      her free gift for any friend 
     once a year,
     as she is a regular customer.
    This year she is choosing me.

    I agreed : So a girl started to care my hair
    After washing and drying she took one hour 
     to set my hair style -
    After completion of setting hair
    she held a mirror in front of me
     making me totally upset.

   I was stunned and shocked to see
  my hairs are completely straightened !
   I couldn't recognise myself .
   I yelled in anger
   ' Why have you done this to me ?
    My outstanding pride of curly hair
   has been lost forever.
    I never told you to do this.'

    She apologized and said
    'No modern girl likes curly hair.
     It's her discretion to satisfy me.
     But no cause of worry,
     I will regain my natural hair composition 
     after a fortnight.

    I was relieved after two weeks,
    regaining my natural curly hair
    in glaze and glare.
    After that I never dared to visit a parlour.
Form: Other

The Date

The Date 

Growing up you are forced to learn the dates 
Write in your notes book today’s date, , learn your birthdate and know each festive date 

Then some dates turn into annual celebratory days - birthday , Independence Day, anniversary day
Before you know it, you get habituated to remember every new milestone date 

 But what do you do with dates that caused grief , loss and pain - An annual reminder of what life could have been if that day did not meet its fate 

Am I to tribute it or talk about it or just toss it away as it was nothing
But it did mean something and changed everything you know even if you hate 

How I wish society  also provided a manual for such dates 
When how courageous or such a brave face you put up since that day my mate 

I can probably never put in words how conflicted it feels - 
Knowing some grief will never really heal and an annual reminder that will always open a new flood gate !
© Neha gehi  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Adolescent Years

Immediacy of the moment doth youthful heart beckon
With trite passions that seem to standardize each deviation
Intemperate fodder with which sprouting limbs must reckon
Growing pains producing physical appetites beyond satiation

Carefree days frought with moments of indecision
Sheltered from responsibility; a meaningless depreciation
Time monotonously calibrated; habituated minion
Brokered existence reducing life to borderline depression


A guiding light flickering in the distant future makes a slight 
impression
But wired circuits overloaded with transitory cares leads to 
confusion    
Producing electrical impulses that stimulate internal combustion
Sparking trip wire in mind that produces periods of oscillation

Seeking conformity, a bridge from isolated station
Tring to establish self esteem through peer group ingratiation
To the passing trends, fleeting fads making a necessary oblation
Conversely, using concrete value judgements to qualify each, 
pretentious action
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dynamic Stillness

Bound to form, habituated to conditioned patterns of experiential thought and aspirational imagination interpreting sensory signals, yet recognising the inherent limitation of such stuporous indulgence, awareness gradually unshackles itself from these narrow fetters, embracing the omnipresent life pulse in an unbroken flowing continuum. Hollowed out form, empty and magnetised, imbibes the divine elixirous currents, automatically & osmotically assimilating the soma nectar into each pore of being, in a manner as ordained. There is no doer and thus no doing, the divine being the mover facilitating blossoming, awareness in witness mode, simply looking at boundaries between form & formlessness merging, into an unending wave of ecstasy in motion.

Who comes and who goes
No one here save pure presence
Vaporised as bliss
Form: Haibun

The Four Elements: a Supernatural Force, a Human Resource

Mantle--a fluid shelf that cradles all existence;
Soil--a table that nurtures all subsistence
Flora--a cultivated canvas that neutralizes resistance;
Fauna--a habituated benefactor of indulgence.

Wind--a mysterious force of ambivalence,
Dispersing seed and spore with diligence.
Fondling cloak that cools with benevolence;
Powerful menace that uproots with violence.

Fire, generative force imbuing hearth with resilience;
A temporal light that provides luminescence.
Warming incubator, glowing candescence,
Brooding killer scorching with indifference.

Water--a random discharge of providence.
A vast reservoir of expedience.
An enervating stream that fuels with prescience;
An extractor that disperses with each recurrence.

Immutable elements with primordial affluence;
Material objects manipulated for human ascendence.
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