Slender thy forefingers nimble their faces are dude afar
You in divinity ditched my million wishes at the altar
Thee shall ever rever thy esteemed stature
Foreseen thou mine is the cursed stupidity.
He a dozen tales about sermoned to me
Occasionally how thee were stormy,
Damn the glimpse per se
Stars shall shy away be crushed.
Aparno Dutta
The wrong pseudonym may be mistake it was of mine to Christine you so
How shall I but had the name dreamt of
Light of the darkness
Music of the woods
Strolls of evening
Call of the breaths
Petals half dead showered from the skies above
Boughs kneeling down to ease chastity;
You smiled, smiled ‘gain
Dr. Herman Heck passed by smiling like a child in the cradle
Tenth day was it friends they had been
Wonderful autumn really is
Aquarians crawling hand in hand.
Reds, yellows, blues,
Splashed all over the virgin canvass
That little dimple in the right cheek
Reminds me of you unto the last limp
Ohff!
That falling smile is mesmerizing me doll, don’t smile now please!
Vibrant shades to welcome all here forth
All have been solicited I think, at least it looks so,
We both have together are here uninvited
Somebody is to marry today
At the house behind that Bolpur station
Officially every friend and every relative has been
Informed and cordially solicited, ‘gain it seems so Sohan said,
Some come for music
Some for food
Some for a match
Some for fun
Some for a show
Some for especially those rasgullas,
Some for something unknown to none.
After the death of the first year
The neighbours, if parents are alive they may too
Come for a piece of unevenly cut cake to eat
On the occasion of maiden birthday celebrations,
If you call and if they feel so to come its all vice-versa.
Relationships are of need, or it may not be exactly
Feeling for is just a perspired traveler misguided
Cruising lethargically over the calms waters
Of evening breeze went we to the chaywalla for tea two cupsfull.
You are if you think you are
You aren’t if you think you aren’t
So, we thought we were
So we were what we wished to be of a good company to the solitude autumn!
You in divinity ditched my million wishes at the altar
Thee shall ever rever thy esteemed stature
Foreseen thou mine is the cursed stupidity.
He a dozen tales about sermoned to me
Occasionally how thee were stormy,
Damn the glimpse per se
Stars shall shy away be crushed.
Aparno Dutta
The wrong pseudonym may be mistake it was of mine to Christine you so
How shall I but had the name dreamt of
Light of the darkness
Music of the woods
Strolls of evening
Call of the breaths
Petals half dead showered from the skies above
Boughs kneeling down to ease chastity;
You smiled, smiled ‘gain
Dr. Herman Heck passed by smiling like a child in the cradle
Tenth day was it friends they had been
Wonderful autumn really is
Aquarians crawling hand in hand.
Reds, yellows, blues,
Splashed all over the virgin canvass
That little dimple in the right cheek
Reminds me of you unto the last limp
Ohff!
That falling smile is mesmerizing me doll, don’t smile now please!
Vibrant shades to welcome all here forth
All have been solicited I think, at least it looks so,
We both have together are here uninvited
Somebody is to marry today
At the house behind that Bolpur station
Officially every friend and every relative has been
Informed and cordially solicited, ‘gain it seems so Sohan said,
Some come for music
Some for food
Some for a match
Some for fun
Some for a show
Some for especially those rasgullas,
Some for something unknown to none.
After the death of the first year
The neighbours, if parents are alive they may too
Come for a piece of unevenly cut cake to eat
On the occasion of maiden birthday celebrations,
If you call and if they feel so to come its all vice-versa.
Relationships are of need, or it may not be exactly
Feeling for is just a perspired traveler misguided
Cruising lethargically over the calms waters
Of evening breeze went we to the chaywalla for tea two cupsfull.
You are if you think you are
You aren’t if you think you aren’t
So, we thought we were
So we were what we wished to be of a good company to the solitude autumn!
comments by RATCHISON
Ron Atchison
Inspiration Peak
Joined: Nov. 2001
Posts: 120
Location: San Francisco
Now Reading: The People's History of the World - by Howard Zinn
Posted: April 11, 2007, 1:48 am
Hello Sanjeev!!!
Once again it's very interesting to see the world through your eyes...
I especially like the way your words tease each other and dance off the tongue in every direction.... kind of like a T.S. Eliot poem.
How many years have you been writing poetry?
