Incomplete

I am alone

on a brown evening

at the end of

another dusty day…

I wish to sleep

but could not sweep

myself to the tiring sway.

Here I see

a solid fume

coming out of

another rusty dawn.

Here I see

a clumsy dusk

setting over the town.

And there it comes

the memory of yours

crawling into my mind..

as I see you

in the cloudy

sky of the northern side.

You open up

a window deep

so deep and dark in heart

that never

I wish to remember

but fail to get you a thwart…

The days long back

when you promised

a love so pure and ripe

come to my eyes

your voice to me

my self begins to melt..

and where you have gone,

now, I know naught,

each phrase is so mis-spelt..

So now I leave

these lines alone

and walk away with weary feet

and my pen and paper shout

why the verse you left incomplete?

-Himadri

The sun & The river

I feel the purple sky

black grass

I sigh..

in the dusk of lonely hours

when dust has settled

and lilly's dry.

Gobblet swanks down at far

trying to lean over

the muskin river

but the river reflects

and smashes hard

giving the sun

a sinking shiver.

The sun is all the same

since then

but a spot has made its scene

that marks the rueful cry of the lad

a tag of being obscene!

Sometimes I think

why so, it happened

when everything was so complete

or seemingly well

it was dark and deep

that the sun had failed to read..

and dumped

it got itself

in an attempt to peep.

I know naught

the meanings of my own lines

that I've scribbled afar in the sand

they weren't washed

they got indeed

undone by some hand.

Some hand

whom I knew

so well for long

and had lent even support

but then, things come

and things may go

its lovely destined sport.

-Himadri(12/03/2007)