tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78184429223432563092024-03-14T08:35:38.811+05:30AMRITAzpaceIts my voice. Its my feelings. I dont care for any rules,any hypocrisy,any hidden criterion for existence.I live because I choose to live.I am who I am and dont want to be any other.I create my own terms and norms. i I am what I believe myself to be. Simple life and flowing laughter is my speciality. I have a plain heart and simplicity is my definition. Poetry is not my life. My life is poetry.Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-53539497227469145042014-09-01T22:26:00.000+05:302014-09-01T22:26:00.472+05:30Commuting Lines<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Over the tracks that</div>
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Miles and miles counted</div>
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In hours and minutes</div>
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Imbibing the perspiration </div>
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Of stale breaths </div>
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And hawker calls</div>
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Every day, every hour.</div>
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The men chat…</div>
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Of school and candles</div>
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Of fishes and scandals</div>
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Of banks and trunks</div>
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Of home and bunks</div>
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Of holidays and rape</div>
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Of chicken and grape</div>
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They chew on paan</div>
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And watch the snaan</div>
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Of women under taps.</div>
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The men cheer</div>
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And maliciously sneer</div>
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At youngsters who join</div>
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New jobs and point</div>
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Their fingers at faults</div>
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At desperate jolts</div>
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Made in fear</div>
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Made in hope</div>
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Made in attempts of</div>
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Mere survival.</div>
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Homes of cards</div>
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They build everyday</div>
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Losing and winning </div>
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Bids they make</div>
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Challenging in games</div>
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They never could play</div>
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To lose happily </div>
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To friends any day.</div>
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And friends they call,</div>
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Travellers, colleagues</div>
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And fresh youngsters</div>
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They consider weak</div>
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The new job band</div>
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The nurslings at hand</div>
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To tease and pluck</div>
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Like chickens they cluck</div>
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The men gossip</div>
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And talk talk talk.</div>
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Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-27698639798738914942014-08-18T22:16:00.001+05:302014-08-18T22:16:04.590+05:30THE MONSOON RETURNS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Not soon, my love, but I return<div>
From the days of darkness old.</div>
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Not soon, my love, but I return</div>
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With stories untold.</div>
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Not soon, my love, but I return</div>
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To your shining warm eyes.</div>
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Not soon, my love, but I return</div>
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To soothen your midnight cries.</div>
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Not soon, my love, but I return</div>
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To fill your hopeful hours.</div>
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I return, to you my love,</div>
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To write across the stars.</div>
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Our fates entwined in words and sound</div>
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Our fates entwined in water</div>
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Our thought bars no hold on time</div>
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Nor erase the lingual barter.</div>
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Of words, my love, I build </div>
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Palaces, homes and pillow fight.</div>
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With words, my love, I make</div>
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War, destructions and deaths slight.</div>
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Not too soon, but I return</div>
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To wish away the tales of death</div>
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Not too soon, but I return to</div>
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Embrace you with my breath. </div>
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Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-78072933223655426802014-01-03T00:35:00.002+05:302014-01-03T00:35:51.584+05:30Vermilion Ants<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A red brook flows alone all day<div>
Silent yet so trepidly busy</div>
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That it fails to falter on uneven</div>
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Stones and rushes down</div>
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To some unknown unchartered map.</div>
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Through nooks and crevices</div>
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One notes it's devices</div>
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To overcome all hurdles</div>
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It stoops to bargain</div>
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Over a sugary corn lane</div>
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Intricately dividing it's cleave.</div>
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Vermilion streak in a line</div>
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On the paths of silver shine</div>
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The business of existence.</div>
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One wonders whether love or pain</div>
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Or memory, so loved to regain</div>
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Cross those incessant minds.</div>
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A closer look then does reveal,</div>
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That trunk to trunk they do appeal</div>
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As if a talk in kiss.</div>
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The ants show us in trembling forms</div>
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Of lives lived alone, forlorn,</div>
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Across miles of distance.</div>
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O such that we'd walk so close</div>
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And touch our hearts with </div>
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Silly pose, turning the</div>
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Streets vermilion!</div>
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Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-38576791893102552832013-08-30T20:37:00.002+05:302013-08-30T20:37:24.025+05:30In Remembrance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><i>Meri adhoori kahani<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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White pages and a long silence</div>
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Wrapped in a quiet deep wish,</div>
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Shyly pass your moulds of words</div>
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Through the shadows of countless</div>
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Heart broken, tired lanterns </div>
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You light with a sooty flame</div>
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Like the kohl in my eyes.</div>
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Like whispers of white</div>
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Among the petals of a faint rose</div>
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I ask my heart if you do</div>
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Recall my image, in dusky fragments</div>
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And bursts of cloudy aspirations,</div>
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Like a long lost music, </div>
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A half forgotten letter,</div>
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A missed heart beat.</div>
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In remembrance sudden and intense</div>
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Puddles of golden light</div>
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Accumulate at my eyes and unfold</div>
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A screen of tales, a hundren mischiefs untold.</div>
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I wish on the curling smokes of incense</div>
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May you live well and be happy</div>
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O Flier of blue kites.</div>
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A tear for you,</div>
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The purest gift </div>
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In remembrance</div>
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Of times lost in dream</div>
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Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-58243663701190278412013-05-14T20:44:00.000+05:302013-05-14T20:44:20.827+05:30KALEIDOSCOPE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Every morning as you wake up<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And hold me to your lips like<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The first glass of awakening <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Water --- I become your need. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">You cuddle up with the pillow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">One last time and in your thoughts<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">You look at me <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Like a deer looking at its fawn.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I become a tender drop of dew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">You smile and hold my face<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">In your palms, cupped into a chalice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I melt like sunshine and <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Become a golden winged dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">You kiss my eyelids<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I feel like the luckiest starlet<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Fallen through miles of silent skies<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Only reborn to be your love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">When you rest your cheek <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Against my velvety skin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And touch my dimple with those lips<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I feel like a wisp of cloud.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I want to spread my wings<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Among the bluest of the royal skies<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And take you with me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Among the petals honeyed with care.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I want you to hold my hand<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">As I take us away on green extremes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Afloat across life <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Like evening flowers in a rippling stream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-88065822540397262002013-05-08T01:20:00.002+05:302013-05-08T01:20:35.865+05:30Delirium<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You switch off the lights</div>
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And lie on your bed</div>
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While weaving a lonely thread. </div>
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I come quiet, slow and silently</div>
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Flow on the streams of your mead.</div>
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I sit on the darkness the night</div>
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Promises, like a closed rose-bud.</div>
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As shy to the lips of a lover, yet</div>
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Yearning to touch the moist dew</div>
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On your skin and yet, tenderly nimble.</div>
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My fingers touch the grass on your bosom</div>
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And blossom out like morning flowers.</div>
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I rain down on your face like a shower</div>
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Of bokul -- fragrant and nostalgic of </div>
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School summers and choked lectures.</div>
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The rain in your eyes shine through my</div>
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Forgotten face and reshapes my core of light.</div>
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I frame myself as images in dreams</div>
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And birds in homeward flight.</div>
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I fold my hair in ripples of night</div>
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That weaves through your sleep </div>
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And rest. I smile a flicker of golden </div>
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Flame that shines across your crest.</div>
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I find my nook and return to the nest</div>
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You built inside your breast.</div>
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Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-69668385631455874082013-04-25T22:36:00.001+05:302013-04-25T22:36:16.461+05:30YELLOW<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The mustard fields are gay<div>
With cheer a thousand times</div>
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Galore than all the charging waves</div>
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Foaming like champagne celebration</div>
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Florets of disked delight</div>
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Beam at the bright in dark hues</div>
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Flaunting their brave flags of</div>
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Joy, sheer joy at the flaming sun</div>
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"Sunflowers!" they simply claim</div>
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A handful of evening rain</div>
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Shimmers through hues of gold</div>
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As he shines beyond the sylvan clouds</div>
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Like a poet who smiles</div>
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Beyond paints and white </div>
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A piece of turmeric promise</div>
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Tied in a string </div>
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And woven around her </div>
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Neck on a marigold morning</div>
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Showers hopes of togetherness</div>
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The Genesis</div>
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Of fire, gold and immortal pages</div>
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Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-63048770628542660992013-04-02T23:41:00.001+05:302013-04-02T23:41:03.862+05:30Of Art and the Artisan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Spring nights,<div>
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Mango blossoms </div>
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And the crystal star dust</div>
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Spread in peace </div>
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Across the blackness</div>
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Of my eyes</div>
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Reflected in the nocturnal</div>
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Glass sky </div>
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Seduces your manly art</div>
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Of creation --</div>
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The dance of Shiva</div>
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Frenzied in love;</div>
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The utmost Love </div>
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That only she can hold </div>
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Who inspires the dance </div>
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Of destruction</div>
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Of helpless desire</div>
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The meaningless cravings</div>
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To belong</div>
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To own</div>
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To possess</div>
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Impassion</div>
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Love</div>
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Kiss</div>
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Hold</div>
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In</div>
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Peace</div>
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Shantam shantam shantam</div>
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Come</div>
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Dance to the music </div>
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Of my anklets</div>
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Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-24438093124167641672013-03-20T16:22:00.003+05:302013-03-20T16:25:13.030+05:30The Terminal Post<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't write anymore<br />
Not to some casual eyes<br />
Who would go through my beads<br />
Of charmed prayers<br />
And the holy smoke of thoughts,<br />
Only with his sight.<br />
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Tell me, if you care<br />
And only if you do,<br />
I will write<br />
And write just for you<br />
A pair of glad eyes<br />
And a mind that thinks<br />
And dares to dream beyond the<br />
Muddy and earthy things.<br />
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But of course you are caught<br />
Between pairs of handsome legs<br />
And skin of volatile<br />
Youth and tenderness.<br />
And clothes, purses, rings<br />
Shirts, bedrooms, flings<br />
And buses full of bodies<br />
Swarming in sweat.<br />
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I have stopped writing<br />
I pray quietly in my head<br />
For you and all those there<br />
Who believe in drops of woe.</div>
Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-13485051720879050512012-07-03T21:28:00.000+05:302012-07-03T21:28:07.028+05:30The Ride<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I wanted to look at the mirror<br />
He could not see my reflection<br />
Air flowed through every vein<br />
Our smiles mingled in the speed</div>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-72141676634059560142012-03-12T00:55:00.003+05:302012-03-12T21:28:14.194+05:30Lines Lostki chilo amar?<div>ajo ba ki ache?</div><div>shudhu ankhi pote lekha chilo</div><div>ak chobi</div><div>thoter neerobo akhore chilo</div><div>priyo nam</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i wander on the lone vales </div><div>pining in sacred distances</div><div>as i watch over the grim clouds</div><div>and caress them in whispers</div><div>do ask him if ....</div><div><br /></div><div>bristi nebe ashey jhapsa hoe</div><div><br /></div><div>my paper never fills up</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-63082856619612287662011-11-16T01:24:00.000+05:302011-11-16T01:25:39.817+05:30The Soiled Princess<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >My words fell on your grasses of mirth<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >And showered your blessed being<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >My letters fell unaware on woven dreams<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >And mirrored a phantasmal seeing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I wondered often, have you not a heart<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >That feels and drips all blue?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >The air curled up and touched your breast<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >To hear heart throbs -- a clue. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I stood apart and a road flowed by,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >All trams and buses askew,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >You looked on and I looked on,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Those words in the dust just grew.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >The tiara on my forehead shone<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Like a diamond made of flowers<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >And I knew in your heart there were<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >A thousand venereal showers!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I asked the wind – does he want to be?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Can he leave all he fears?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >The leaves whispered, it’s too late,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >He needs all he bears.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maybe next time my soiled princess?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maybe just another while.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I left then with my tears of words<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >And my letters with a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I travelled away, eight months and a day<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Till I knew I’m all done.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have not any music or poem,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >From me, where shall I run?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I offer you my pen, my ink and thoughts<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I offer you crushed joys and pain<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Songs of summer and spring ballads<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Songs of citizen rain.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have my heart my reed my world<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have my words of God,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have my pagan joys and bliss,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >My sight, my ink, my word.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >My love resides in Godly insights<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >My love resides in dew<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I do not seek a material world<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >To live encased with you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Your smogs and fogs of darkness bleak<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Shall all shed away,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Come kiss your pen <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >And write again, all eight months and a day.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >For happiness we seek to strive<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >For happiness all trouble unfurled.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >For happiness shall lie our bond apart<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >From the glittering shimmering world.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >The soiled princess knows you fear<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >To walk along even-in dreams,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Your mind is tied, a bona-fide to <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >The life licked in ice creams.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-13534614562512696702011-10-29T02:20:00.001+05:302011-10-29T02:20:30.689+05:30Shikkha Somachar<p class="MsoNormal">Shikkha niye hocche moja</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Shikkha boro gero</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Shikkha thaka chai kopale </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Noile ja bhag bero! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lit lottery hobe re bhai</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kar kopale likhon?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ma bab sob kendei morey</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lottery moron bachon?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kar chhele ta schoole na jae</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kar meye ta bari?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kar puchke boi-er sathe korbe ebar ari?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lit lottery, boi pottery</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Porar namey gero</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lekha pora shikey chhera</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ja bhag ebar, bero!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-5290277604539672392011-10-29T01:57:00.000+05:302011-10-29T01:58:29.228+05:30Chhera Kobita<p class="MsoNormal">Prithibir sob tuku rong jokon mishe jae kolponae</p> <p class="MsoNormal">R uthe ashey akta ajob jogot</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jekhane kaloe lal mishe hoy holud</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tokhon neshar abeshe bondho hoy chokh</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sobai bole drug addict hoyto, kebol odbhut kobita</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Banae dekh? Psychedilc obhishare eshe chondo bhanga</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Deshlai jaali – huh, tomra r bujhbe ki bolo?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Niyom bhenge golpo fedey choli!</p>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-50431354592120295002011-10-17T11:35:00.002+05:302011-10-17T12:17:37.946+05:30phoenixfingers move across the lilting silk<div>of green surrender in hazy hopes</div><div>i have strained so long to hear a song</div><div>of faintest remembrance etched within</div><div><br /></div><div>washed away, i feared, in the ungodly past</div><div><br /></div><div>i have heard concerts of a music heart</div><div>cushioned and decked in a bejewelled shawl</div><div>and have danced in the rythm of spun words</div><div>harmony of the stringed perfections</div><div><br /></div><div>some languages are so personal, so intimate to ears</div><div>one knows it in the whispering winds</div><div>the music of my core i hear, after a lone year</div><div>drowsed in a beckoning saddened saga</div><div><br /></div><div>do i not know now, what the mirrors are</div><div>what the crowns and ascension mean to him</div><div>how masks become faces and tear the flesh within</div><div>how tears fear to wet the soft eyes that drank a soul</div><div><br /></div><div>yet, the night blossoms well, bloom in a hundred years</div><div>the petals of nocturnal diamonds casts a magic spell</div><div>a shadow of seven tales stands before me, a silence is born.</div><div>remembrance and love, an existence forlorn</div><div><br /></div><div>the country flute sings the song encrypted in the air</div><div>fingers reach out again, to reconnect somewhere</div>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-58712625887886984312011-09-09T14:08:00.000+05:302011-09-09T14:08:27.472+05:30Window<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Shadows of sunflowers<br />
Kiss her face, as<br />
Light beams in from my window.<br />
A glass window<br />
A fragment of my soul<br />
Kisses her face.<br />
My window connects<br />
The eternal to within<br />
And light floods in,<br />
Streams in with bliss.<br />
Filtered gold through the petals.<br />
My windows<br />
Open the soul with a kiss.<br />
<br /></div>
Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-54811359587554123462011-09-09T13:13:00.002+05:302011-09-09T13:13:53.480+05:30Narcissus 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In the realm of water deep I ope my lid.<br />
The cool touch on my nude skin shivers<br />
In expectancy and an unknown bliss.<br />
A moonsome stone lies on my bosom<br />
Throbbing with the rythmic pains of life.<br />
The white corals spread their skeletal blooms<br />
And enthrall my feet so soft and eager<br />
I swim my way through the colours of blue<br />
And gather on my hair some hues of wish.<br />
I smile and lock in my eyes the sight<br />
Of corals, oysters, shells and fish.<br />
He shall he will come I know,<br />
When I call for him who lives aland.<br />
The curls that I will make of white<br />
Dreams stringed in a cloudy garland.<br />
He lives ashore in shredded gloom<br />
And plays a flute so sad and lost.<br />
I steal for him visions of life<br />
Away from the earthly holocaust.<br />
He shall, as I, end up here<br />
At Narcissus' gold mine.<br />
A poets peace, a lover's soul,<br />
And for us --- a shelter divine.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-65723110893642711742011-08-06T00:28:00.002+05:302011-08-06T00:41:51.917+05:30Roses and WingsI opened my eyes in the velvety light<div>And felt the softness in the air</div><div>Dreams were floating everywhere</div><div>Crimson wisps of delight</div><div>Scarlet drops of a pure heart</div><div>And bright blood flowing in my veins</div><div>I painted wings on my bare back</div><div>And my feathers smooth in the wake</div><div>I stood on the liquid emptiness</div><div>Liberated intoxication</div><div>I know I can fly among the</div><div>Vivid redness and maroon desires</div><div>You have kissed my eyes, my eyes ....</div>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-29298044000713912162011-07-24T23:59:00.003+05:302011-07-25T00:15:04.002+05:30Hearts Don't Lie<div><div>The mild increase in the beats</div><div>The unknown rhythm in the feet</div><div>The cheery light in mind</div><div>Is really one of it's kind,</div></div><div>And though reasons may try</div><div>Your emotions defy,</div><div><br /></div><div>No, our Hearts don't lie.</div><div><br /></div><div>A sleepy little girl</div><div>Dreams of someone lost</div><div>Over days he flies just in</div><div>And speaks to her serene</div><div>She knows its just a dream</div><div>But her mind doesn't defy,</div><div><br /></div><div>No, Hearts don't lie.</div><div><br /></div><div>An estranged soul wonders</div><div>If the sailors have forgotten</div><div>The land they loved by</div><div>The anchors were addressed</div><div>His mind fears the loss</div><div>But love does all defy,</div><div><br /></div><div>No, Hearts don't lie.</div><div><br /></div><div>The clouds play a game</div><div>They whitely spell a name</div><div>And puts it on the blue</div><div>Bold strong and true.</div><div>They know he will it find</div><div>For eyes kiss the mind.</div><div>And none do love defy,</div><div><br /></div><div>Dear, Hearts never lie.</div>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-49363077431154388982011-07-18T23:03:00.003+05:302011-07-18T23:30:46.651+05:30NarcissusI saw him in the water<div>The clear water of the stream</div><div>And loved his image</div><div>I saw the clarity in his eyes</div><div>And the truth in his heart</div><div>I knew he could love </div><div><br /></div><div>He could be trusted and felt</div><div>A warmth seeped through my heart</div><div>As I saw that image in the water</div><div>Shy elated breathing heavy</div><div>Or was it the rippling of the</div><div>Clear water mirroring him?</div><div><br /></div><div>Was it mirroring him?</div><div>Who was he? A nymph?</div><div>A fairy tale? Shadow of my mind?</div><div>A breath in the wind?</div><div>A part of me?</div><div><br /></div><div>A frog jumped in the water</div><div>And he rippled away</div><div>Like an old wives tale</div><div>Leaving me unwise, in pain.</div><div>Shall the water bring him back</div><div>Draw his image again?</div><div><br /></div><div>Shall he look and find me here</div><div>Shall he miss my eyes?</div><div>Shall I know that he was here</div><div>Shall he know my sighs?</div><div><br /></div><div>Shall he know I had him so</div><div>Had him in my thought</div><div>Shall I know if he did care </div><div>His heart wants me or not?</div><div><br /></div><div>O water, o water</div><div>Image bearer, hold me in your arms</div><div>Let him come and stare in you</div><div>And see my rippling charms.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let him come in these woods</div><div>And find myself in here</div><div>Water water take me in</div><div>Hold my face so clear.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ripple above O lovely rain</div><div>I sink in soft tears</div><div>Let him come and find me here</div><div>Where the air allures.</div><div><br /></div><div>The image had held him</div><div>Imprisoned in glee</div><div>Now I drown and set him free.</div><div>Let him come and seek me now</div><div>In the cool water's brow.</div><div><br /></div><div>O love, O love, you tell him then</div><div>To find me next</div><div>In the flowery glen</div><div>To take me close in the next birth be</div><div>Where it would be me and he.</div><div><br /></div>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-2911592206232846572011-06-23T15:15:00.002+05:302011-06-23T15:30:32.078+05:30Silence 2The very air between us knew<div>A simple phenomenon explicable</div><div>By basic Physics -- Electrostatic force,</div><div>Better put as Gravitational force or Magnetism.</div><div>Newtons laws could better explain the potential energy</div><div>In the kinetic actions we undertook</div><div>Moving away with lush indefinite shyness</div><div>A frown or scorn hiding the intensity threatening</div><div>An overwhelming exposure in a flit of a second</div><div>Like the 1/f split of a pin-hole camera.</div><div>Our souls moving about like fluid molecules</div><div>Brownian motion attracting, deflecting, </div><div>Closing in, repulsion in fear of closing in too much.</div><div>A duty, a responsibility held behind, beyond </div><div>All feasibilities, all points of negotiable concentric attraction</div><div>Undefined, undeniable, the prismatic play</div><div>Of light, the emergence of dissected desires that showed</div><div>What a heart really wants beneath all garbed appearances.</div><div>When shall freedom come? Psyche and Songs are so loyal.</div><div>They reveal hearts like the chemical presence of copper</div><div>In a complex salt of life, (of relationships, of smothered wants)</div><div>Burning blue-green like Eros on a pure Platinum wire.</div>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-73251857350821502652011-06-23T01:47:00.002+05:302011-06-23T01:49:51.880+05:30SilenceIs silence a relationship?<div>Can silence be a bond between</div><div>Two people unknown to each other?</div><div>The smart quirk sms wrote a quick</div><div>Poke for a friend across miles</div><div>Leaving the question behind</div><div>In thin air, like broken ice,</div><div>Can relationships be built out of silence?</div>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-3140643195454316412011-06-12T13:50:00.003+05:302011-06-12T13:56:36.212+05:30Crystal PowderSugar candy smiles<div>Pink floss love</div><div>Voluminous sweet nothings</div><div>A kiss on the lip</div><div>Fingers cross and lock</div><div>We had weaved our dreams</div><div>In blessed blue</div><div>Diamonds sparkle </div><div>Like dew drops over</div><div>Dove mornings</div><div>We are beyond, above</div><div>And melt in thin air</div><div>Angels of White life</div><div>Feathers of companionship</div><div>And absence in frozen dust</div><div>Crystals of Royalty</div><div>And our lovely baby pink buds</div><div><br /></div>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-74545915818680081752011-06-11T10:18:00.000+05:302011-06-11T10:19:08.819+05:30DamnationI spread my arms and open up to the skies above<div>The grass beneath my feet dazzles green with jealousy</div><div>I spread my wings to their full breadth </div><div>And bask in the scorching glory of the dictatorial sun</div><div>My naked feet touches the grass with a claimant wish</div><div>I flap my large wings with the utter elegance of power.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My face bears the roughness of an uncut diamond</div><div>I can cut you through and through, </div><div>Not a drop of blood shall spill on Agamemnon's carpet</div><div>As truth wrenches itself out of your whispered love.</div><div>Your kisses melting like ice over my jaw-lines.</div><div><br /></div><div>My eyes have seized yours as we lock into a game</div><div>Of finding reflections in eyes as we prowl in a dance</div><div>Crystal balls know not your fate as much as I do </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Mon amour, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; ">je te déteste et pourtant je t'aime</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; ">Hold my hand, draw me close to you, closer more</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; ">You shake, you tremble, you hesitate, you fool</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; ">You know not what desire is, what it is to want, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; ">To dream, to be enshrouded in pain, yet wait</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; ">For an eternity, for the sudden stroke of fate or doom.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am the crucible of history, the incense of Time.</div><div>I write you like a piece of doggerel and throw you away</div><div>If I wish, when I want. My wings spread high,</div><div>Poised for flight, to encumber the skies in my fire.</div><div>Come, burn in me, within me, inside me</div><div>Lick me up your eyes, taste my salt, my scathing rage!</div>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818442922343256309.post-88945812465272176632011-06-02T14:54:00.002+05:302011-06-02T14:59:34.892+05:30Dristitomar chokhe ak odbhut dripto nesha<div>ki obolilae takiye thakte paro aktana</div><div>drishti niboddho thake mukher opor</div><div>ami r firey takate pari koi? lal hoe jabo.</div><div>tumi bujhe jabe lojja tuku.</div><div>thak. otuku amari thak.</div><div>jamon tumio jano na tomar gaaler </div><div>oi lal ava tuku amar kotota priyo.</div><div>lojja tumio pao obujh chhele</div><div>kintu ato nimogno thako j ter-i paona</div>Amrita Dharhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802692307788141606noreply@blogger.com1