Midway (Sonnet)

There is no midway when you are in love.

In the same way, a midway cannot exist yet,

in writing a poem. On the way of becoming a poet,

one cannot actually wear a non-poet's glove.

When you have a fear of losing, you lose love.

Back and forth steps create a nowhere scene.

Being or not being : nothing exists in between.

The same happens with politics, when you think of.

Either it sinks you completely, yes completely, or not at all.

Swimming in love, a glass of infatuation you cannot drink.

A journey begins the moment your plans start to scroll;  

about returning from a mid-way you do not even think.

Does one live a half life? However it ends, it's always full.

It's Khushru's river, to cross it, you definitely need to sink.  

Just Two Minutes

For two minutes I had fallen for you.

A grief was mounting

From my stomach through the chest up to my gullet

An unbearable pain : what if I won't get you for mine

The pain forced down me to a breathless state

I saw my death within that two minutes

When I was in love with you

Now all is just memory

If borrowed Sananta Tanty's expressions, then,

A plate of Sandal wood getting filthy   

A wilted petal of flower

For two minutes the world became more beautiful

And that was the time when I realized

The tremendous amount of power I had within me

To transform all the ugliness in the universe

Within just two minutes.   

For two minutes I realized

Amnesia was actually good

All the learning from history was mere conceit

I witnessed my own death with a great pleasure

In those two minutes

I forgot you for thousand times

I found you rediscovered

In those two minutes

For two minutes I used to think that you were mine

Then I saw

From the tadpole flocks in Konasori Pond to the cosmic milk ways

Everything was actually mine

My Diaspora state of mind suffering from homelessness all the time

Got a home

In those two minutes

For two minutes the pages of history were flipped abruptly

Somewhere in Shravasti roadside, a branch of the Sala tree was broken

For the first time I became happy loosing the ground beneath my foot

In those two minutes

I became a revolutionary rebel, I became a meditative Yogi, I became insane

I was charismatic with incredible amount of happiness, I broke in heavy grieves,

I was collapsed, I was emptied within myself

I found myself somewhere

And how many things I became

And how many things I did

In that time span of just two minutes

This me, as you see today, everything of mine

This all

Are nothing but remaining ruins of those two minutes