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Sep 2013 Gayatri

Pradip Chattopadhyay

One mile down the drunken river
I lost my mind in her midday yellow haze.
Residues of the river-wind-kiss lingered saline on my face,
Wild sun on the wild river scathed my skin copper,
And I glided upstream in blurred eye sweat
Losing and finding the river’s mangrove shore.
My mind in delirious mess wondered
What it was that wined the river, made her a swirling detachment,
Bearing all with the endurance of a drunkard
But embracing nothing like an all foregoing monk.

I dreamed adrift one more mile and then another
Till I was windswept and wined like the drunken river.

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Can You - Would You

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Àŧùl

Can You - Would You

Can you ever stop loving me,
Would you ever do it to me??

Out from the thickest thickets,
Our loudly voices are audible!!

We hide behind these curtains,
Our ruckus will fail to be faint!!

How we fight like wild big cats,
Bodies painted red 'til sunrise??

Your hands have beautiful nails,
My back is dug by these gems!!

We don't live as normal humans,
Not many still remember loving!!

Can you understand this poem,
Would you follow me, sweetie??

My HP Poem #433
©Atul Kaushal

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Coffee Shop

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Miranda Renea

Coffee Shop

I caught luck in my left hand,
And held a fire in my heart.

It's a starless night,
And I'm a window away,
This glass has never felt so thick.

Your stare traverses galaxies,
But it can't touch vernacular,
Only ensure mysteries.

Strangely endearing,
I let luck free.
Wished on another star,
Fire flied free.

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Living Life As A Single Entity

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Àŧùl

Living Life As A Single Entity

Mom, Dad and Auntie, Uncle
We know that our families are a total mismatch,
We know that this takes a lot of time to hatch,
But why not give it some time
And why not let us try.

Destinies have been written to mingle,
If not at this stage then surely at another,
But we already live life as a single entity,
We are sorry that we couldn't just tread upon the path shone by you people, but it's fine! ;-)

Isn't it darling?

My HP Poem #434
©Atul Kaushal

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Where You Belong

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Where You Belong

Seagulls cry waves frothily break
Sprouting foams on your lips break
Unleashed joy that's hard to hide
An unshackled day on the seaside!
Eyes reach where the sky bends low
Roll on silver crowns in endless flow
It stretches blue with streaks of green
You are lost in the ocean's din!

The vastness makes you feel so small
The wide expanse and the rise and fall
Yet within you says each heartbeat
Like the sand grain you're part of it!

On the seaside the child in you sails
Making sand hills picking a few shells
Running free and wild humming an old song
Knowing it's where you've dreamed to belong!

Sep 2013 Gayatri

An Artist

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Pradip Chattopadhyay

An Artist

She has not engaged a hand, cannot call that her thrift
It’s a delight doing it herself, to give her home a facelift.
Armed with brush and color, seizing time from her chores
She gets engrossed in the pastime, painting windows and doors.
It’s the festive season, she loves its smell in the air
I love the smell of fresh paint, her labor I don’t share.
She looks a dainty artist, colors on hands and face
Her eyes lit up in creative joy, beaming in happiness.
To partake in that graceful sight, when beside her I stand
She asks ‘why watch me idly and not lend a helping hand’!

Sep 2013 Gayatri

picking at the ripe-time

Sep 2013 Gayatri

st64

picking at the ripe-time

staring through heat wave shimmer
baring to the sky
thoughts unseen

1.
watching
picking of peaches in drop-day sun
rows and rows of others
             neat aligning synchrony - laden baskets
like well-oiled piston-joints

2.
and when you think nobody looks
               a sudden-bite into fleshy-soft ardour
taste oh
         of swollen heaven-fruit
oh ******!
accordion-vision spilling of the unexpected
                               (drip.. drip.. splash.. sink.. )
onto the collar of your cotton-blouse
in slightly off-white splendour

arms thrown up in harvest-fervour
          a semi-circle of moist petal
winks at me
          from arm-pit labour
a deep flush on cheeks as your locket-eye feels a touch unready
finding my mild-gaze resting on your
rubiest-lips ever seen

3.
later
it is sure
a plumb-matching of that pretty furtive-stain
will be rather fetching
on your light-green peasant-frock

hark now!
the winds will howl in least protest
and
waves off southern-cliff coast
where hardy-souls dare go
will quite steadfast
roar..
in unison

oh, ice-rains may fall and squalls may blow
yet finest moment-dawning will be
much like..
picking at the ripe-time*

S T - 20 sept

bongiorno :)
seasons go.. as they go.. round and round..

sub-entry: Black Star - Radiohead

I get home from work and
You're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head
And what they do to you
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

The troubled words of a troubled mind
I try to understand what is eating you
I try to stay awake but its
58 hours since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

I get on the train and I just stand
About now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over
I keep passing out when I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I'm gonna melt down

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
This is killing me
This is killing me

Sep 2013 Gayatri

THE MAN IN THE TRENCH COAT

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Traveler

THE MAN IN THE TRENCH COAT

Whispering, they point their fingers
They see me looking and quickly look away
As I walk away the gossip lingers
I can just imagine the words they say

I make my way downtown to a crowded bus stop
Stares and looks of disgust I recieve
An old girlfriend who once shared my secrets
Conveniently forgets her own ***** deeds

I was never really
The man in the trench coat
Supposing to expose my naked shame
I didn’t breathe down phones
I was never out to get ya
Never peeked through your windows
Yet the labels remain...

I was just like you an innocent child
Falling in place, never making waves
Yet if you cross any line, they wont’ let you redeem
They believe such a person can never refrain…

Ode to an old friend.

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Unopened

Sep 2013 Gayatri

Gossamer

Unopened

She pulled the ribbon
(gently, of course)
until it was perfectly centered
on the top of the plain brown box
and she placed it on his doorstep
(gently, of course)

She hid behind the trees
across the street
eyes peeking,
mind wandering;
where was he?

She waited
and watched
and waited
and watched
as people walked by
and packages were delivered;
but nobody took notice of
the small brown box
with the pretty ribbon
at the top

And she watched him
hug girls
that she knew didn't love him
and she watched him
kiss girls
that surely had sour lips
and she watched him
kick the little brown box
with the ribbon on top
to the side;
and she cried,
"please be gentle,
my heart is inside!"

But the boy didn't hear her
as she collapsed, broken
because the gift of her love
would never be opened.