Poems

 

 

The Rectangular Story at Oblique Angle

Touchy granules are getting accumulated on my wrist.
I haven’t seen any pollen on them.
There was a promise that,
you will illuminate luster from the planted sunshine.
Pollen and Shimul[1] will fly with the burden of Ramita’s[2] breast.
You will tie up my wrist with the chord of broken anchor.
A promise was there,
could you remember now?

I haven’t seen Rohini[3] on the tongue of Aghrayan’s[4] moonshine.
There was a promise that,
you will draw future falgun[5] by breaking gloomy lips.
Kumkum[6] and cuckoo will fly in delighted navel-root.
The pleasure-graph will become intense in sleep.
A promise was there,
could you remember now?

I haven’t seen any root at the river-made half-house.
There was a promise that,
you will bring chlorophyll for yellow leaves by searching another sun.
Suroma[7] and sea-shore will fly away from the season.
Flashing cricket will bring back night in the entry of tired vagina.
A promise was there,
could you remember now?
 

[1] Shimul – Bengali name of a flower of spring
[2] Ramita – Bengali for a lady, amorously enjoyed.
[3] Rohini – Bengali name of wife of moon-god
[4] Aghrayan– Bengali name of a month in autumn
[5] Falgun  – Bengali name of a month in spring
[6] Kumkum – Coloured spot made on forehead of Indian woman for beautification
[7] Suroma – Bengali word for a beautiful lady