No one responds
The sky looks blue today,
Carrying my spirit in the morning chill
To the distant hill dotted with tall conifers,
By the slow moving winter breeze.
It carries the message from my heart
To the distant mountain
Standing in the horizon.
But alas! There is no one to respond to my calls.
The message from my heart bumps
Against the cold heartless mountain
And is carried back to me,
Reminding of the heartless morning chill that does not
Care for the warmth of the heart;
Or like the distant mountain
Standing for ages listening to the
shallow whispers
But never responds back in return.
The cold day starts with despair!
Waiting in vain for a warm response.
The snow clad trees,
The ice packed fields.
The heartless mountain and the
indifferent breeze,
Do not bother to respond to the call from my heart.
The chillness of the surrounding,
The stillness of the stubborn mountain,
The frozen stream and the vanished birds and bees
Only reminds of the vacuum in nature
That has set in with the winter.
I am alone amidst nowhere
Surrounded by the winter chill,
Haunted by the call of the occasional lone goose
That flies over my head.
This is winter now,
The warmth of the heart
Has melted into the white depths of never ending snow and ice.
Saikat Kumar Basu
Kiss my eyes
Kiss my eyes,
My eyes overflowing with dreams;
And make them come true,
Make every dream of mine true.
Crystal clear dreams,
Brittle dreams locked in crystal
chalices,
Dreams like a beautiful mirror,
Showing only the truth and nothing more;
Dreams tall and divine like a minaret,
Dreams like a fountain,
Overflowing with hope…
Dreams like the raat ki rani,
Blooming only for the night,
And bidding farewell at dawn.
Half-seen dreams,
Swift dreams…drifting away like a puff of clouds,
And not revealing its story.
A burden of dreams,
Haunting my soul…
Making my mind restless,
Bidding adieu to elusive slumber.
As sleep gingerly creeps into my eyes,
Like a lover meeting his beloved in stealth;
The twinkling stars have already faded
To make way for sunshine,
But I’m lost in yet more dreams…
I wander in the vast city of dreams,
Disappearing through every rainbow,
Its colours merging into one another,
Each colour keeping its own dream,
To emerge and see yet another dream;
Tempting me to step into it
And go for the ride;
Into yet more unknown lands,
And strangers I’ll never meet.
Kiss my eyes, my beloved
And unburden me from love’s labour,
Free me from your love,
If love is only grief,
Set me free,
And let us part ways
To never meet again.
Dreams like the surface of a lake,
Always placid, never rising with a storm in its wake,
Your love is such…
That it makes me wonder
If it really is love
With no fervour and no madness?
Kiss my eyes, my love
That is my only dream,
I seek no other dream.
Farnaaz Islam