Selfie

I point the camera at me

 But I cannot see the display screen.

There is a mirror in my room,

But I do not want to use the mirror

As it doubles the distance (that's also a false distance).

I can go for some blind shootings - may be experimental, per se,

(as it always seems to be when one shoots the self).

Then the next problem was there:

When clicked from lesser distance,

My face appears like a reflection on a convex lens.

The face looks elliptical - what I do not like.

A certain distance is ever sought for a good click,

-from the object, from the subject.

The length of my stretched arm is a distance

That might fit for the distance I'm looking for.

But again, I cannot click stretching my arms to their extreme extends.

I need to bend a bit to hold the camera and to press the button.

And that bent decreases the distance from the camera to me

Which annoys me.

Shooting the self was, thus, perhaps, never easy, ever.

Photo used by plagiarism

Kankhowa and J. Alfred Prufrock

(at Indira Gandhi National Center for Arts)

I was sitting under a Vata tree

With a cup of tea, it was free.

I was not feeling like going inside

To see the exhibition, I lost appetite.

The ladies come and go, with chips, kurkure or Lays

Talking about someone, she was student of Ramkinkar Baij

Seeds were falling from the tree

One by one

Drop by drop

An ‘untitled’ winged bug

Falling on the ground

Was suffering

Being upside down

Its tiny wings were flapping and making some noise

LET us sit a while then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherized upon a table;

One can disturb the world

Doing nothing

Just sitting beneath the Vata tree

And listening to the unison of the falling seeds

Do I dare?

Do I dare?

To prove myself not but a Corpse, 

Prufrock, do I dare to count the drops? 

 [Perhaps in March 2012, I was sitting in front of the twin Art Gallery, IGNCA, and write something. A huge tree was there who became a character in it. Yesterday I saw the tree was not there. Renovations were taking place. So remembered it again and felt sharing the writing.] August 5, 2014

The Role of Newspaper in Society

Whoever invented it, doesn't matter, but

The Newspaper contributed a lot of developments

To human civilization.

We cannot even think of our everyday lives without a newspaper.

People have intense faith on newspapers.

Wrapping food with newspapers people travel, as if

Newspapers do not carry germs.

When you cannot put fire properly, put a newspaper,

It burns at once - highly inflammable.

Want to hide your face from someone?

Just hold newspaper in front of your face, that's all.

It is being used in sculpting.

It is being used in building constructions.

Putting a news paper on a wet cement floor

You can walk ahead very easily.

You can clean up a dirty mirror with a drenched newspaper.

You can feel yourself socially responsible one

With a newspaper kept on your drawing room.

While packing furniture, there is no other material

as user-friendly as a newspaper.

One can create some sound effects with torn newspapers.

Folding a newspaper and holding it at a corner

One can kill the flies easily.

Folding them, cutting them, gumming them

Just make out some beautiful decorative.

At a railway platform if it is dirty

Put a newspaper on the floor and sit calmly on it.

When your baby is making it all dirty put hold a newspaper only.

A newspaper is eco-friendly,

The use of newspaper is beyond the limits of

Caste, class and gender discriminations.

Newspaper is a symbol for unity in diversity in India.

(Well, some short-comings are obviously there

When left unorganized, it makes your house messy.

Newspapers catch dust easily.)

But to consider the fact we would have remained

uncivilized, backward and helpless

Without the newspapers. 

Yuan's Moon

"Look at that- a pink moon"

No, it's an orange one

Yuan pointed to the moon.

The autumn dust and mist

turned the moon look alike an orange.

One year old Yuan in his one year age

can speak three languages-

Korean, Japanese and Bengali.

If the moon is pink or orange colored

that is not a matter of concern, but

within his one year of knowing the world

he can see three of the moons. 

One Day at Pitalkhora

One day at Pitalkhora I was listening to the

constant breeze.

You had a lot of things to talk about...

I was putting my ears to hear a noise

                                that was frozen for two thousand years.

Through the constant breeze

I heard many things

I couldn't hear what you were talking about... 

Matchstick Monologue

Image: from a hokkolorob action, against police atrocity in Jadavpur University

I was a matchstick,

I remained useful for many-

In many ways.

Many people removed the wax from their ear with me

here and there.

Many people used me to clean their teeth

after the meal.

Young ladies made many decorative

before they get set for marriage.

And when there was an electricity wiring problem

I fixed the loose wires to the

switchboard.

I showed many games! Many magic!

many mathematical equations I have solved

and explained geometry very well.

I was a matchstick,

and I remained useful for many.

But the things for what I was born:

I didn't do.

Even after serving so many purposes

I didn't do things that I were meant to do.

I couldn't put fire in your hearts

for what I came on earth.

Yeah! I was a matchstick otherwise. 

I heard, some war is happening somewhere in the world

I heard, some war is happening somewhere in the world

Many lives might have lost there.  There might be loses of

many properties, many memories in the sudden attacks...

People could not make a war-free world

with antiwar songs and poetry so far.

Or the matter might be different,

some people could not make time

for music and poetry

till date...