Roots
Flying high in the sky
With no strings attached ,
For the joy of being alone,
Amidst the clouds and birds,
For long man has always
Dreamed of the impossible,
Beneath the layers of skin,
Where our soul searches ,
The reason for our existence,
We may reach high,
But can highness be a reason ,
For forgetting our roots,
Although high is high,
Roots are roots,
But can we really exist ,
Like an uprooted plant?
Can we really forget our roots?
CHANGE
Looking back with my mind open,
At the instances of “the” history,
Forgetting is not a sin,
For as long as I can hold myself,
Clearing my history-“ Delete”,
Hitting upon that icon,
Everything goes blank in a second,
But for me “delete is not
An option ---Can’t Delete”,
All those memories stack together ;
Makes me senseless---Can’t delete
With the few memories that I can part,
I can’t say “ Delete ME”,
But Change is a must,
If I can compress my memories
ZIP-it goes into a file, “ Old memories”
Making me lose me some of my mind,
But as long as the ZIP-ZIPS me,
I can hold on for a change,
For change is a necessity,
But I’ll hold on my ZIP files,
For they are my memories.
DISSECTION
Cutting flesh and bones,
with the smell of your perfume.
Oh! It stinks but I've to,
for you is my knowledge.
Knowing you in this place
Has change me-nothing impossible,
Cutting your heart to study it,
The perfect architecture in place,
I wonder, “ why are you so emotional?”
But I can’t find a single drop of tear,
then why are you so emotional?
Cutting your eyes to study its beauty
the gift of sight in your company,
Oh! God must be kind to us,
for he has presented me “you”
For I can study God’s perfect creation,
Oh, my anatomy cadaver-
Thank you for being there.
Heights
Soaring high in the sky,
With its wings gliding in the sky,
Experiencing the beauty of nature,
Singing , dancing in the open,
I saw an “unknown” bird.
I kept on thinking,
why can’t I experience the beauty?
Why can’t I sing and dance?
Why should I be left behind?
Suddenly the “unknown” came,
Reading my mind in full pace,
Looking at me with eyes wide open,
The answer I was looking,
The mirror image of the unknown,
Comes into my domain,
For I’m the “ unknown bird”.
Me, myself and you.
Searching for the reaching end,
Although I don’t know my path yet,
But still I’m thinking,
Why I can’t be with you?
Although 4 years is a long wait,
But still we will be together
In our special ways,
We can’t be 100% perfect,
But still we can try,
For a future awaits us,
For a lighting , fitting welcome ,
We need each other ,
Me, myself and you.
Oh! Martyrs!
You gave your soul and sweat,
For the years gone by and to come,
We remember you every year,
Only on this day,13th august ,
People clean your tombs ,
Decorate your places,
With fresh paints and flowers adorning,
Freshens up your place.
We neglect you, forgetting your sacrifices,
All through out the year.
But today is 13th august ,
We ought to remember you,
In our daily life ,
Have we forgotten your sacrifices ,
Aren’t we suppose to remember,
Not only on 13th august , but everyday.
Dreams
Half awake-half asleep,
I started gazing my mind,
at what happened just now,
a whole new experience
I was with you.
Holding your hands, playing cupid
Even though we don’t know each other.
May be God wanted us!
It’s the reality of dreams.
I still can’t forget the moments,
Sensual as ever …..
Still thrives on my mind’s heart,
Just another dream but I dreamt about you.
Written on board Indigo airlines, august 30th 2006.
Thanks for reading.
Shantajit (maverick)
