Monday 28 February 2011

Face in the mirror

Standing in front of the closed doors,
I wondered. Should I really proceed.
But then I had to be there.
I had travelled so far only for this.
So I unlocked the doors
and entered the room.
Inside,with other old furnitures was a mirror,
covered with dust.
In the dim light,I could see something in it.
Was it my reflection?
But I never looked like this.
I approached the mirror with uncertain steps.
With my fingers I waved
the spider nets and the film of dust on it.
It was not me. Something cold ran through me.
I stood transfixed and gazed
helplessly at the unknown person
reflected in the mirror.
It looked so gaunt and tired.
I shook my head and strangely enough,
the other person did the same.
Then everything came to me like a flash.
This was me .
Me without my mask.
Both of us standing on two sides
of the mirror were the same person.
Only the mask had slipped.

--
Arunangshu Paul
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Friday 25 February 2011

I live for those tears

Never understood,
Why these things happen with me.
Like an old and ancient proverb,
it always rings true.

Whenever I stand alone and look across
the road in front of my house on a dusky evening
I find the onset of the impending darkness 
dripping from the leaves,like snowfall on the hills.
At the same moment , the setting Sun,
colours the treetops with its soft colour,
making it look like a newly wed bride
with Sindur splattered on her forehead.

And then the tears well up in my eyes.
I can't stop them. Even though I try.
Meaningless tears, I know.
No reason for me to cry.

So much life to live. So many things to do.
All around me are the things I always wanted for me.
Neatly arranged for me to use and enjoy - but still,
I have to cry . As if, I live for those tears.

Tuesday 22 February 2011

My journey

Whatever I could bring with me and the things I left behind,
The friends who walked along me and those who bade me bye.
Every small pebbles on my way reminds me of the journey,
As my destined abode looms across the horizon.

Try as much I can to forget those faces, crowding my dreams
they spring to life and hold my hands to take me back.
Into the cocoon of those reclaimed memories.

Like a flickering lamp in the centre of a gale, I realise
when the small boat of life goes haywire in the uncertain sea,
some will swim and hold the rudder firm but many will also drown.
And those who are left behind are lost forever in the storm.

But this nomad lives on - such is his fate -
maybe only to relive those memories in his song.

--
Arunangshu Paul
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Wednesday 16 February 2011

The lost river

I have come here to find my river back.
The river which I lost , years ago.
None cried for the loss , nobody bothered.
The river had no one to call its own.
But, I knew , it was lost somewhere here,
As it haunted me, in my dreams .
calling me again and again.
Standing here , under the dark clouds,
parted by the lightning sparks.
The sound of distant thunder in my ears,
I can smell the sweet aroma of the parched earth
getting wet with the first raindrops.
As I look beyond the plains fading
into the arms of dark horizon, I realise.
My river would be some where here.
The search of my river has defined me,
the effort left me drained.
I had always believed, I will find it again ,
even if for a while.
But I lay no claims on it.
After all it was only a river.
It would flow along and never stay.

Tuesday 15 February 2011

Some day , maybe....

Some day, maybe , as the flowers wither
and shadows gain over the fading sunlight.
We will sit face to face and look back,
upon these beautiful times which we spent
between us, without speaking a word.
You will never know the reasons why,
I stood there alone in the corner,
when everyone else were around you.
My tired eyes were on you , only you
but my lips, they were sealed.

Some day , maybe....

Some day, maybe , as the flowers wither
and shadows gain over the fading sunlight.
We will sit face to face and look back,
upon these beautiful times which we spent
between us, without speaking a word.
You will never know the reasons why,
I stood there alone in the corner,
when everyone else were around you.
My tired eyes were on you , only you
but my lips, they were sealed.