The horizon barrier

The Horizon barrier

The siren tugs deep
Even as the tether
Slips from failing grip
The dragging feet slip
For the ferocious force
Is too much for mortal
Do we still lug on ropes
That have hung necks
The thud into brine
And our  burning eyes
Dripping soul in sea
Enchanted by the flutter
Of a motley mast..
The Master at the horizon
Severs from the floating nets
The caught fish from bait
Beyond a distance
We fail to connect..
Then the thud of time
We find ourselves on shore
Where footsteps get awashed
Every time someone treads
On the fickle glistening sand
The skies that resonate
The blue shade of wayward sea
Touch the sea ..at the horizon.
Delhi
01.36 hrs
12.7.20
1868

French to Bengali, “ my friend”
Reply by Bengali ,”my mind“
Both in their mother tongue” mon Amie”

The Pun-jab ones :
Chaa'munda – pick the guy
Vada pao- the foot fits into
Car eye – come home sometime
To see kiss tariff – where are you off to ?
Arrow dega – he will start crying
Gas di kadhi – a Guess watch
Bua mar jayin – shut the door when you leave
Balle balle wahu wahu – bats bats I am there I am there

The rainbow at night

The rainbow at night

Have you seen amidst flicker
Of a candle that melts bright
The  clouds that hold their drops
Often create rainbow at night.
The hope glows upon despair
The melting life nourishes smile
The wait for a thunder in skies
Hanging day-long for a quiet while.
While the flicker of candle is radiant
The covering sky is a murky  tar
The cloud preserves the drops
And longs for peace of dark hour.
The showers on the dazzling flame
That appears dim in the sunlight
Return unseen back to clouds
And weave a rainbow at night.

Delhi
11.7.20
00.20 hrs
1867

The

What is a Sindhi man called ?
Mardani

There’s a Rani in every Nari and a Nari in every Rani
Incidentally, Iran has both and Arin is name of a boy.

The hollow weight

The hollow weight

The last swell of pompous chest
So far tied to a frivolous stump
Before the tide erupts upon stable
To dig spur into eventual gallop
The one hopeful with a leap
Thumps into the vacillating deck
After a momentary mismatch
Regains His perpetual equilibrium
Then the bundle of heaps
Plunge into the dangling vessel
And bounce back onto facade
Strangely whatever is stuffed within
Always loses its weight in the ripples..
Then the voyage commences
Sigh..with nowhere to aim at
The dartboard is empty circles
A spiral that is an open maze
Till the vessel capsizes into waters
Partially covering what it  hid in veil
While some secrets float in open
Strangely those that find their weight
Sink into the bed of nothingness
That is a perpetual infinity.
Delhi
5.7.20
1.15 hrs
1866