i am a tree
i am an observer
i do not speak
i listen and listen
and wait patiently
for something to witness
as i stand still silently

i see
war and
**** and
****** and
suicide and
all brutalities,
caused by
human nature

but i see
love and
joy and
character and
movement and
all endless possibilities,
caused by
human nature

i do not have a voice
i cannot move
i can only grow
higher and higher
closer to the sun,
i can only change
the colours of my leaves
to aware others
of new seasons

i provide oxygen
for all these infinite beings
and i do not know
how many years i will
be rooted here
as an insignificant
on-looker

Are you talking to me?
I was in a deep slumber
Unheeded words become audible
Stirring my motionless state
I find it hard to decipher
The words, the feelings and meaning
The world around me is away from you
I have to squint from the awakening
Your sudden call to revive my feelings
Is that the same you?
The flashback of us floundering
And our inability to communicate
Did we not find the right words?
Or was it, our hearts grew apart?
Although we heard each other’s heart screaming
In agony and torn apart by the divide
Even our lips quivered, not eager to kiss
Just the vague looks in our eyes
Looking at each other, yet seeing through
Now that this new awakening
How am I supposed to react?
Let’s not converse in our usual language
And go beyond words to express our hearts
Maybe our hearts yearning to connect
Without the crutches of words
Let there be no props and only pure emotions
In the stage of our life, let’s don a new role
Worthy of true lovers

© Amitav

give in
its right there
all the temptations
love
drugs
alcohol

pick your poison

just be ready for the hammer
because it never ends well

Money O my honey
Makes You a minister
Money O my Honey
Makes pauper sinister!
Money brings sweet nothings
Maiden Damsel loves and sings
World to feet one blink it brings
When gone Ay You ****** Jinx!
Money..O my Honey
Makes and Mars so many things!
Pastures passed are to the hind
Memories lovely to the wind
Jiggles Pebbles  Mind is Lake
Joy and Sorrow sweep ashore and creak break
MOney..O my Honey..
Will do undo anything
Money O my honey
Makes beggar or a King!

Times tackle on the threads.
We beat the strand seahorse
Dashed, unfurl the curling
Toes, your body twists
In the boat, only ribs
From the spirit waters.  
Your fish fins from the net,
My rod pins on the pine
And the hooked meat, your barb,
Reels as it plays the swampy
Moan of the gutted bait.

She saw how the angry, greyish ocean
crashed upon the shore
with such fury and disgust
and couldn't help but compare it
to the endless nights where
she'd sit and stare at that
hateful, taunting piece of glass
with a reflection as grotesque
as the image of the waves
while they aimed to devour the coastline.

When that beautiful smile
lands on your radiant face
When my uncertain hands
find the curve of your waist
When our curious tongues
fill the in-between space

      These are the things
       that make my heart race

Those soft loving fingers
as they trace poems on my chest
Those enrapturing eyes
how they leave me refreshed
Those bountiful lips
and their quiet caress

       All the ways you amaze me
       I may never express