When I miss you

When I miss you, I lose my mind.

My life swings with - you are that source of wind.

You make me an expressionist. I try to cry,

but my voice is lost, my throat - it's all dry.

I call you with all my wishes:  

come and blow my body like a whistle,

make me an instrument that I never could play.

Burn it, my body, as they rightly say:

the human body - it's all but made of clay.

Be there, for me ever, oh bidi of a Kendu leaf,

blow me up to the eternity.

A makeshift of Memory (Sonnet)

No one dies for somebody else; we know it well, but whatever,      

It is important to say: I’ll die without you. At least say it for once.

I do not have a faith in eternal love. Nothing surpasses the limit of the times.

Still it is important to speak up: I’ll always be yours, forever.

At least say it for once. You don’t have to mean it either.

Otherwise it would be painful if no memory remains at your absence

We all is a memory, or a constellation of memories, of any distance,

Of somebody else, or, just our own rather.

I find no meaning of life if not in creating some memories for a strange someday.

Emptiness would be if there remains no memory of you when you are absent,

Empty, not the universe is. If someday you hold my hand, be it just for a day;

Please consider that single day could encapsulate our entire lives in consonant.

I know in this world we all walk alone. Nobody is made for anybody, anyway.

Still try speaking out: I am yours, and you are mine. Speaking up is important.   

Come woman, let’s bathe together

Come woman, let’s bathe together

We know which shampoo can remove dandruff, cleans your hair,

We know which soap can keep the germs away 
We know, we know, we know all, you know,
What to apply on nails, what to apply on toes,
What to, and, what not to apply on our faces.
Come woman, let’s bathe together
What we don’t know is what to apply to remove the age-old dirt
The dirt of hatred
The dark marks of imposed power on our bodies
Where is the herbal, where is the chemical
Where are the brushes, sponges and scrubbers?
To remove the glutinous norms
Come woman, let’s bathe together
Bring the sponge luffa
Let’s remove the marks of those measures today
Come woman, let’s bathe together today
by cleansing ourselves
You’ll become you
I’ll become me
By being yourself you’ll be mine
Being myself I’ll be yours
Today is the time
Come woman, let’s bathe together

(To Til Jethai, my aunt who used to scrub me when I was a child)

An Ode to Your Loneliness

I know how lonely you have become,

Even after splitting into two from one single body,

When you have gained the warmth of closeness of an 'other'

mesmerizing each and every moment of the days and nights,

even then,

you have become extremely lonely.

Because it is only you who would take care of him,

it is your lonely body, where milk is being produced for the child,

the loss of a siesta without any scope of an alternative

it is all yours

all the disarranged hunger and thirst

it all is yours,

extremely isolated you are walking through this

endless passage, which is all yours,

It is your lone and last shelter, and yet, you are helpless in front of it,

embracing the absolute wealth of life and the universe

you are destitute today

Mother, how could you do it?

How could all women do?

you are asking this question again and again

to yourself

Women, even if I could touch every inch of you

We could never touch this helpless loneliness of your motherhood

what an inevitable role the universe offered to you!

I salute to the unbearably terrible loneliness of every mother on earth.