In your eyes….

In your eyes….

The sunrise shimmer, the colours of the day

The blissful cacophony  and the stories they say.

They come to speak, they come to sway,

They ruin my faith, and take my breath.

In your eyes…

I have sought the depth of my dreams;

Dreams that have kept me breathing,

Guiding like a lighthouse beam

Sailing across the shores in my little boat,free.

In your eyes…..

Where the vastness of life, lay

I have anchored humbly to the colors of your face;

Intoxicated blood wine, or poison ivies,

I have loved you between the shadows of my heart and mind.

In your eyes…

I have felt the cold wind blow,

Dry and bitter , coarse and  sore;

I have known that nothing lasts forever

It is ‘Time’, which shows the long road.

In your eyes,

I have seen the silent love,

Grow stronger and warmer by the day

Till you found it too hard to contain

and then you  let it all away ….

In your eyes….

I ‘ve found a new life

A reason to walk, a reason to hope

Not everything  in our world is meant to stay

Some we let go and some go away..

An Ode to a dear Friend---JOJO

Tonight the world awakes and you are asleep,

Sleeping underneath the stars and birds of peace

Let the night fill your eyes with dreams of love

Let the morning begin with a new sun above.

It’s raining upon me today as I see your last,

And The feather’s not floating anymore

The spaces are wide open and the wind is strong

Guess I lost the feather and where it belongs.

In a land, distantly distant , where you and I can hardly meet

There lies a song that you and I still breathe;

And  again on some fateful day, when the sun’s set over my deck

 You n I’ll meet  in those familiar ways…

You are free today , as free as you can be

From the pain and binds of bitter-sweet reality,

Freedom is dear , so are you my friend

Wait for me, cause, I know we shall meet again.

The Last lines....

When your heart  breaks ,
 there’s something else which breaks along;
Your spirit, your soul  and your song.
There’s a part of you, that’s left behind
  On a sheet of that white paper , held tight;
You curl and yearn,for that last call,
But your sacrifices and your surrenders lie helpless, on that wall.
Regrets and pain ,all lying in vain
And the memories stare in a cruel way;
Stay with me or don’t stay at all
After all, it’s not easy to not bleed in this fall.
You run behind while staring in front
It pulls you only to say that you can’t;
Someone else fights your war, not your heart, not your soul,
Love’s still there but this time with a bigger hole.
Many a lines written, and many more to come
I am not the only one to've lost some.
The pain is, not in losing when you know it’s right
It is in walking away and not saying goodbye
In love, its trust which matters the most,
I didn’t realize when I lost mine and dropped that rose.
Could you have seen me suffer, yet turned away your heart
Or could you have loved me back and not break apart.
I now know what you chose and why you did,

Just never imagined you would do that, like the way you did.
It’s the last lines I write for u with all my rhymes
Cause you’ve made me smile even for a few times..

The Boy and his Mother

Even as the night disappeared amidst the rays of daylight,

The boy sat beside his mother, staring into her lifeless eyes.

The day had come yet the darkness hadn’t gone

He sat beside her in his despair and sighs;

Why does it all happen?

Why does man fall prey to this black hour?

No answers were given, no mysteries solved,

Why does one, so dearly loved, moves off so far?

Unlike the beauty of spring, the days of childhood never returns,

So is the human life, once when gone is gone forever.

In between the moments of dead silence, one could hear the heart crying, the soul tearing apart,

And feel the boy’s despair and shiver.

He reminisces the hour and the feeling of warmth,

All the world apart----- he wanted his mother.

He drew his face close to her eyes,

And the tears from his eyes couldn’t hold back further.

The insuppressible pain, the punishment for life,

The incompleteness of his small dream world with shattered hopes inside

The fragility of life and the shadowed eternal promises

Misled every other thought in his young mind,

Death has taken her away from me, so far, so far,

That even the distant cries will fade;

But beneath the crust of my human flesh,

There is a feeling that she will be there till the very end.

The two most difficult things in life for an individual to overcome are Fear and Letting go. It could be a dream, a belief, a loved one or even a habit. There is a terrible pain in not having to say goodbye at the right time. It stays in your heart and often gnaws its way into your soul at the first instance it gets. Whereas fear is the strongest adversary that one can have. It knows your weakness and it knows your  mind.
This is a story about a boy, a very ordinary boy who perhaps answered life's daunting questions in an extraordinary way.
Chap 1....The first look at freedom

The first look at freedom. When do we actually get a taste of our freedom. Coming from a upper middle class Indian family, our notion of freedom is usually restricted to our school lawns or our residential complexes. For Neel Mitra, it was his first cycle.

It was amazing to see how a pair of wheels had set everything in motion for little Neel. It gave him, his first feeling of Liberation and independence, his first moment of self accomplishment and glory and above all, his  first moment of freedom without rules and without adults.


I still remember the first time my father came home with this red colored Tobu cycle( that's what it was called in those days). It had a red colored seat with steel handles and a steel back rest. There were colorful plastic ribbons tied to the handles and black wheels with a tinge of grey in the middle. It wasn't exactly a super cool bike that kids nowadays ride but it sure had the looks to get my heart pounding, the moment I saw it. I was just 3 or 4 years old and i hadn't seen anything like that around me till then.

This bike had balancing wheels on both the sides which made sure that i didn't topple over but who really cared. It was the first chance to break free and ride away to glory, to cross the threshold that kept me and my aspirations within boundaries. It was the first possession i was truly proud of and cherished.

My cousin Rishi and me were the partners in crime in this new found freedom. 

Shine !!!

The world shines to meet your needs;
You shine to meet yours too;
Where do I figure in this relatively dull entity,
Cause my shine has always been with you.

I burn, I wait , I wait and then burn again
Ashes and dreams flying all along;
The sane and the insane, shining right through my eyes,
And I wait my turn, to again sing the same song.


Shine , shine, oh limitless time,
Gaudy ol’ diamonds and rubies in rhyme,
All the world’s running to meet your shine,
Could you throw away , could you disappear?
Could you beset me with the purples, could you make me sublime?

To throw away and hide,
Or to outrun the fastest lines and shine
To seek the light that shines and shimmers
Or simply walk by singing the happy lores,
They say the shine is always brighter at the other end,
I wonder what awaits me when I look for your shine.

Kolkata---Somewhere I belong

Oh my city, the joyous one.
Here, 'the glorious dead' still reverberates amidst the dark alleys,
But 'the Living' dies every day, at every corner.
The crude decay of life in the temples of Kali,
Where the deity still stands tall, ---for good or for evil?
Could I have seen those naked children, yet turned away my heads so often
Could I have hurled my senses into the Ganges, When I headed to wash away my sins.

The slumber of the old and the restlessness of the young,
Lies shadowed beneath the screams of the lady in crimson,
Who survives in these unknown ,‘vile’ lanes of my city;
And somewhere between night and day,
the hoarse voice of a Maulvi fills the air with praises of Allah!!
And amidst the crusade for change and progress
The porters’ burden, still lie buried ..

Could I have seen the stray dogs run ,with life and death in their mouths?
Could I have borne the stench of floating carcasses and not shudder to the ground?
The heart rebels and yet still revels
To belong here , amidst the old and the new
To make a difference without blaming a few

Oh my joyous city,
Could I have rode across your sprawling ‘maidan’ with wind in my hair?
Oh my joyous city,
Could I have lived another life and not want it to begin ‘Here’?

The Last Mile

Many faces and many colors,
Burning bright amidst the scorching summers
In the summers here they lie,
Upon the meadows ,underneath the sky.

The sky today looks so blue,
Wonder whether it feels so too.
The bursts of fantasy reverberates in the air,
And they lie beside each other in their lair.

The breeze of change has come today.
A change they feared, would come someday.
Amidst the lands that was once theirs.
Wages a war, engulfed by flares.

She lies beside him, his mane all over her,
Those pretty eyes shadowed by those tears
His heart seems numb today, amidst the summer brightness,
Today he feels no hope amidst this emptiness.

She looks at him, with hopeful eyes,
Inarticulated questions streaming down her face,
He is scared too, like a man who is robbed off his air ,
He keeps staring at the doorstep, just wondering he ‘ll be there.

His son, his only son is claimed by the battle today,
Little does he know of the fate that awaits him on this day
Questions galore, entwined in his mind
Hopes and fears both, are riding behind.

The silence today has spoken its last,
Not again will his dear one’s voices be heard.
Far across the horizon, where even vision seems to fade
Memories will live on, even when their shadows are dead.