EMILY O EMILIA

¿ Qué nombre tú quieres,
Emily o Emilia?
En diferente idioma expresamos
¡Emily o Emilia !

¿ Qué eres ahora?
Tengo no idea.
Pero conozco hay una magia.
¡Emily o Emilia !

Es muy diferente--- expresión,
Tambien-- emoción;
Todavía corazón sueña;
¡Emily o Emilia !

Tienes llave de fantasía,
Llave de verde,azul,naranja,amarillo,roja y violeta,
Vive la magia.
¡Emily o Emilia !

THE NIGHT

The 'phuchka-wala' counts his coins,
The road side hair-clip seller packs up his unsold bundle,
The night approaches!!
Streets full of peripatetic people,
Of philistine, poseur,lout,
Of paramour, pedantic, philanderer.
The malls ---- full of tired cash-collectors,
Day's sale -- enough to satisfy their pecuniary thirst.
The mendicants too retire,
In their mangy shelter.
Tilottama's physiognomy -- piebald;
But misnomers they are !!
The miasma covers us;
The obsidian replaces the alluvium.

Plutocracy reigns both;
The night approaches;
People rejoice;
Even the homeless thrives in Georgia's shade.

The night approaches;
I pall-- from plebeian matters;
Poignancy is just too much;
I fail to be phlegmatic;
I cannot but have to pinion;
In the darkness I see lurid on the mural.
Seconds of lull pass away.
No orifice, no panacea;
Nothing to indemnify;
The interregnum seems to last forever ;
My parched heart --- musty;
The missive of obituary remains;
Mired yet the peregrination continues;
Who can oust this spell ?
The night covers us !!!!!

EL LAZO

Nosotros empezamos aprender juntos,
Tú y yo ---
Un idioma – dulce y blando,
Juntos nosotros intentamos !!

Toda palabra hablamos;
El mundo – creamos;
Amor, amistad, cariño jugamos
Cuando nosotros empezamos aprender juntos.

Secreto reveló, tiempo cambió,
Pero idioma desarrolló;
Ella robó toda,
Todavía tú hablas Castellano!!

Y mi amor viva,
Tambien el lazo de idioma.

PROSHNO

Shesh kobita--- seta amar aar tor,
Bedhechhilish tui chhondo aar shobder dor,
Jaani aaj o tui shikar korbina sei bhalobashar bondhon,
Kintu se bhalobasha robe chironton.


Hariye gechhe amader gaaner aarohi,
Bortoman kerechhe tor mayar ' Pallabi '.
Royechhe sudhu bhoot- bhobishyot,
Dishahin--- dui moner dui poth !!

Tobu aajo keno tui baadhish raat jagar gaan??
Keno tor chhonde proshfutito hoy tor byakul praan??
Aaj keno khujish kon se otit??
Bujhis na tui-- amio byathito??

Mon bhenge gechhe tor obortomaane,
Tukro tukro hoye jaaye tor krondone.
Ekakityo ki tokeo korechhe grash??
Taai ki tor ' nijhum niswas ' ??

Je chhonde peyechhilam toke,
AAj sei chhondo rochi mor buke,
Shohoshro proshno amaye ghire dhore,
Uttor--- lukiye achhe tor moner gobhir ontore !!

COLLAPSE

In impasse I thrive;
My credence and love --impaired;
Jaded, listless.
Yet the insurgent demeanor is there;
My intransigence heart refuses to acknowledge the infirmity;
Every second ---- I try to break free.
" collapse " --for who it will be??

A floe strives in the cold Atlantic;
So tries my body and soul!
I have my heresay;
Yet for mother's sake I genuflect,
I have to feign to eulogize the "guru ";
I cannot be icnonoclastic,
For mother's sake;
Infraction----not possible.
Yet gingerly I try to stick to my theology;
How can I forgo my own?

Credence and love thwarted,
When I found myself enamored,
Hoodwinked;
Doors closed----leaving me in languor.
Situation--- irrencilable;
Imbroglio leaves me insensate.
With every blow, my heart-- inured .

Exigency brought me to this;
Indentured by that culture;
I cannot immolate my body and soul.
No! I will not importune to her ' guru';
I imposture and implicate,
And implode within myself.

When her theology impinges with mine,
When the betrayal leaves my heart holocausted,
Even then I try to remain imperturbable.
Negativities incarcerate me;
I try to impale through it;
"collapse "--- for who will it be??

The migraine and the cancerous tumor,
Consumes my heart;
Every second a new fresco on my laceration;
My every breath-- lachrymose.
Yet no mediator I need,
No empathy for lost love.
God's incandescent bliss,
Will someday influx into my veins,
Before I collapse!

If only I garner my strength,
Though febrile,
I cannot frail;
Situations from every dimension,
Extenuate, embroil;
No! I will not disgorge!
I indite in doggerel,
With feelings, pain and harrowing mindstorms;
Trying to resist the incursion!
Let elysian time say will I be able to gestate,
And extricate from this darkness,
Exulting with my credence and love;
" collapse"--for who will it be !!

Dear Emily !!

Accoutered with feelings I write to you,
Dear Emily !!
Nothing to actuate ....but you yourself,
And " Me " .
Who will listen to whose adjuration--
" you " or "me " ?
In my daily opus and onus,
I have adverted to you,
You rendered me you advocacy;
Yet why is it we both are without aegis?
Why crestfallen?
Cause of affliction---- we both know !
And now you abscond in darkness,
In grays and blacks----
Who do I allay, Emily? " Me " or " You " ?
Each word I utter, I know you will acquiesce to it;
You welcomed "that " with " our " affable, altruistic demeanor,
Like celebratory gunfires on Pulaski's ground;
Neglecting the history that denigrates Savannah's shore,
Gave way to that apathy;
Leading way to chicanery, to be chiseled.
Who will you appease---- " you" or " me" ?
Bemused we both are --- are not we?
Wasted was the cornucopia of love and care,
Defiled ourselves with nothing but white sand;
To whom can you deplore?
Shall I berate you? or censure?
Even the cascade has to face boulders.
Things are left to be construed;
Hold on to our credence, Emily,
The certitude of peace peeps from the mountain in smoke!!

Some Lines

It is hard to vent the feelings,
Too abstruse they are ---
They make me delve in bitter happiness,
In prison walls, and
In garden of roses.
It was all of a sudden,
When things happened and things changed;
When I discovered my arcane love,
Yes – it was too late to break away !!!!!!

These years I have tried to conceal the ardor,
Giving way to the tears,
Happy as the flowed down,
Making the verity of my love.

Eternity seems even too small,
Let a time reduce to seconds;
Even within that I have known you,
Like Eve in the Garden of Eden.
Times when our words ,
Gave birth to poems;
We were unaware of their onomatopoeic nature,
But may be our hearts did.
Distance becomes too abstract a term;
It has never been hostile to me;
I accepted it like I have accepted you, unharmed by the Cupid’s arrow.
My eyes—open just to look at my phone,
To know you too have woken up ;
Our daily experiences shared,
Even though we were always apart,
Tell me, you always knew I was there .
May be I was too asinine,
But I am too weak to destroy a dimension,
Whose provenance has been my heart,
Whose air—my life !!
These lines do not require an adroit hand,
They are not here to be apothegm;
These are just mere words,
Written in love , pain and tears.