DIALOGUES : FLASH , EMILY AND THE EMPRESS ( II)

Emily :" Across the mountain of snow, Where the purest of herbs grow, Once the cradle of the sapphire dragon, Hear Jizel's cry , her groan and moan. My Emperor , do not rust in that crystal chair , Do not breathe in that sulphuric air , She needs you more than this land, All she needs is the warmth of your hand." Flash :" I rot in the thorns of my dear Rose , I forget the words of her verse and prose , Let the link be bonded with Jizel, Then only again happiness will come out of her concealed veil." Emily :" hush hush !! here she comes searching for her queen, Do something and put an end to this lonesome reign ." Flash :" let her be on her own , she will bring back the magic of the crown; Let her icy fire ruin the illusion of the real , Then only the strongest magic will prevail ." Amidst the darkness where I once went to abscond , I closed my eyes, I felt that bond ; Reality's wall will soon break down ; Crystallasia feels soon she will will restore the Empress of her crown .

DIALOGUES : FLASH, EMILY AND THE EMPRESS (I)

And Flash said , " come to me , my beloved Empress, Reveal your intellect , charm and grace; Leave aside reality's war, Breathe fresh in Crystallasia 's air ." Emily replied , " My Mistress loves you like ever before , But her heart is broken , she suffers from pain and sore ; Unleash your magic for one last time, Let us all sing our Empress' hymn ." And I close my eyes and feel love's bliss; In magical air I stretch my arms, I can feel his kiss .

FOR YOUR RECOVERY

Of restlessness, of woes, I indite; Imprisoned by the clouds, This blind moon only hopes, The stars will light up the night. Of tears seen and unseen, I indite, My cerebral sense fails to remember--- Which pain was more--- Your absence or your suffering. The river dries up; The lake watches him. She can only hope that he will recover again. Of memories past and future, I indite; I see you and me walking on those green paths, I laugh at my playful pranks, I try to grasp your hand while I cross the road, I strain my eyes to look for you near Blue Earth. Memory and reality leave me dumbfounded; I will meet you once again; Happy times are waiting!! Of pain and anxiety, I indite; Trusting Psyche's healing powers, I try to be strong; Yet the night was sleepless; Day and night merge; I want to break through; I want to be with a recovered you !!

TUMI

Tomar thoter porosh, tomar sei advut chokher chaowa ;
tomar haater chowatei shes hoy amar shokol chaowa paowa;
Kono jhor noy tumi nijei bhengechhile mor duar;
Din ki raat..jani na: sotyo eta e tumi bhed korechile mor moner ondhokar.

Comic boi er pataye gora amar moner rupkotha;
Ei nobo joiboneo biswas kortam hobe na ta britha;
Ei niye koto na manushe korechhe porihash;
Amar mritopraye biswas k dile tumi shonjibonir ashwas.

Jantam tumi ashbe, bhebechhilem nebe flasher chhoddobesh;
Tumi ele , haralam tomar majhe , kintu nei flash er kono resh ;
Tumi ele shudhu tumi hoye ;
Tomari majhe fellem mon haariye .

Kokhuno tomar pouroshotyo, kokhuno tomar sneho,
Tomar shokol diye gorle amader bhalobashar groho;
Kono mayabono biharini horini noy, dekhechho tumi amaye nari rupe;
Tomar daake shara diye amader dui jibon gechhe mishe;

Dekhte peyechhilem tumi lukiye chhile hiyar majhe;
Aaj tomari rupe amar mon shaje ;

Jani na ki kore lekhe bhalobashar lekhoni;
Chondo arther bondhone shristi hoy shobdo udbhaboni;
Amar jiboner shotyo : jibon bhalobasha shob e " sudhu tumi "

LIP GLOSS

The Cherry one he likes,
As my lip gloss seintillates my love;
Scarlet as the bride's blush;
"It suits you", he says.

Every time it scoffs me,
When I choose it instead of the guava one;
I smile at the peach-hued guava gloss;

The peregrination has been eventful;
Months ago on the Atlantic shores;
The sedate lip-gloss adorns my lips.

I pick it up ---- yes the smell;
Of memories, of change;
Of nefarious charms;
Of nugatory people;
Till he came-- a naivete.

The vapid cheeks now blush.
The cherry lip gloss smiles.
He removes the semblance of the lips,
His temerity breaks through the tessellated gloss;
He quaffs,
Planting the salubrious seminal kiss;
The cherry gloss removes the guava's malaise;
I blush!! I blush !!

TRANSLATION

I indite with you ;
Our verbiage --- it is your trans-creation;
Your clever verbatim,
Is not tantamount with respect to mine;
May not even be a worthy surrogate,
Yet I write with you!!

I look at your lectern;
At 16 , I was too unaware of your lachrymose knell;
Not prepared for your valedictory speech;
Not even now at 20.
I indite with you.

THE Magnate you are,
In my visceral blood lies only the vestige;
The vernal verve--- seems to be sere;
Spate of tear gushes out of my eyes;
I skulk and sequester;
Then in the shadow of the taper and the stockade ,
I find you;
Scared of spoonerism,
I look for the vise;
I try not to vitiate;
And then I see your visage.

The verdigris moves away;
You show m me your variegated world;
I falter;
I expatiate with you;
I try to be sedulous;
And I retreat from secession.
I indite with you.

Fledgling I am;
I know your sidereal presence ;
I see your finesse of translation ;
The verbose filigree gives me strength.

Now I know I will not taint,
Nor will I squander words and time.
I will not shunt;
Verisimilitude exists in our vignette.
The euphony of words evinces from our scripts,
As I am writing with you!!

JIZEL

She flits by the rest,
Surmounting the Stygian air;
Flustering others,
With her mettle and spry demeanor;
Machinations—she foils;
She--- Jizel;
Grows cadevorous, smoldered,sweltered;
And then again wakes up to life;
Gaffe prevented;
The fluke---- Jizel;
The swarthy air suffuses;
She lunges and fights the malefactor.
My heart loses the legerdemain of jollity;
Still she flaunders;
With talons we struggle to break free;
Jizel--- streadfast;
Her stentorian cries break the stymie;
Her skittish gait
Does not neglect the pitfall.



My heart nauseates,
In the nebulous, spectral, sordid air;
Yet I brook;
Soddened are the sutures in water of Limbo;
They detach;
Leaving me forlorn and intimidated.



But nothing can girth us,
I sense it;
She molts;
Genteel Jizel-- she gambols;
Gamely she bears the fusillade;
She mauls the perdition,
With her bellicose demeanor,
Her meteoric slash,
We extricate.
My parlance extols her talisman.
She--Jizel