In my shirts your touch
In my tea your moonlit shade
In my boat your rhythmic swing
Since you left this house
All blue-green leaves have wilted
Smoke irritates my lone lungs
I first tried the books
Your intense eyes on each page
On bedsheets your brown hairclip
I look for warm breath
All in vain it's just a void
Emptiness crushing my ribs
Do you know the truth
In my heart for you there is
In your mind for me there is
A thing we call love
A rivulet of champagne
The flow of which never ends
In half-bloomed starlight
Where the fireflies share their tales
Where fall toop toop dews from night
I ask them of you
Have my diamond gone to morgue
To enrich my depressed dream
Categories:
toop, heartbreak, miss you,
Form: Sedoka
Brimming with memories old
In its light golden look
What a scent, please behold
There beside the rippling brook
We call it golden champa
The smell relaxing and inspiring
Champa-necklace would wear Radha
When with Krishna she is dancing
In our lyrics of three thousand years
Champa finds a thousand mention
Sometimes in smile and then in tears
With Champa many a lovely session
With us it's now rainy season
Lovely Champa silk-clad
We savour the smell and stay to listen
The toop, toop, music sad
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Note:(1) Champa – A small, light gold coloured, a little longish, and intensely fragrant Indian flower. It is a common Indian name of girls too on obvious grounds.
(2) Radha, the female figure and Krishna, the male deity are mythological lovers steeped in divine romancing. Thousands of years old and still very much current romantic literature dealing with their love is an Indian asset.
(3) What you say in English ‘Pitter-pattered’, in Bengali we say ‘toop, toop’. Imagine the rains falling on a tin or concrete or leafy surface and feel the lyric in toop, toop.
Categories:
toop, beauty, emotions, flower, image,
Form: Rhyme
Wabbly tune
Are you tuning in or are you tuning out?
churning in or churning out?
It depends, right?
Not
Not according to the Man
If He says yes, you can't say no
If He says mad
you can't be bad
Ahh I'm just kidding
You can be anything you want
Just be true
Whoop toop toop
Whobbably duff
Tuf tuf tuf
What am I singing?
Who knows?
But what I sing about?
Ahh that's easy
Him
All about Him
Don't believe me?
You too
When was the last time you have something?
Was it coming from you or from above?
You don't have anything my friend
It all come from Him
and for Him
You want to bet?
Categories:
toop, faith,
Form: Free verse
Toop Taap Toop Taap
Tip Tip Tip Tip
Raindrops fall
All day long!
A yellow bird sings –
What a joy it brings!
Raindrops fall
All day long!
Now monsoon wind blows –
You and I are close!
The yellow frogs croak
No it’s not a joke!
Raindrops fall
All day long!
Categories:
toop, children, life, love, nature,
Form: Rhyme