Oh I Wish

Oh I wish it so much
That love could be without
Lines, directions, destinations;
Yes, I wish it was true
That we could spend the nights
In whispers, or maybe
Without speaking at all
With our eyes and lips doing all the work
As my fingers walk
On your shoulder
Through your hair
On the moonlit skin, so fair!



Now the stars are all falling
And i am on the floor, crawling
Don't you know how hard it is
To smile and smooth out the crease
Life is so very funny, you see
When you want to go, you ain't free
And after you make a wish for something
To happen, you wish you wished nothing. Nothing at all.

A Song For My Lover

Ah let me see You

For long,
Let me look at Your face
And say nothing at all
I don't wanna kiss You now;
I'll only look at You
And say nothing.

Let me see
How You blush
When i look at You like this
How You try to hide
Behind Your eyelashes
And how those lines
Form dimples when You smile

I wanna see You smile
For ever, and ever afterwards
I wanna look at You
At Your smiling lips, for a long time
For a very long time
As long as this world lasts
As long as my heart can bear it
As long as it takes
To be born again---
And oh! If I ever get back
If i ever have to walk this floor
Once more,
I'd like to come
Just to count
The sweet beads of sweat on Your face.

The Beginning

The war had just ended

Or it seemed so to us;

And then the men started returning to their homes one by one

And the markets were lively again

And the nights were never so warm anymore

When the war, we thought, had just ended 

And then they were all gone

They came from a land less known to us

And seized all that we gathered for years 

Showed us pictures and glittering stones

We ran to grab 'em, leaving villages and thrones;

But I'm no mourner here

I do believe the world is fair

It doesn't take sides. 

Bards are extinct by now

Still, you never stop singing, do you?

The grand old clock at the centre of the town

We all look up to it, checking our watches with a frown

Oh, the sweet taste of time! It's all mine!

The glories and the falls and the scars and the worlds

All mine! They're all mine!

And That Is A Song For You

The Future

Is an open secret to you

That the Present unfolds before the eyes of the many.

Now speak, unperturbed;

--One to one conversation--

With your future. Face it, brave heart!

You'll get a story

And that is what it's all worth speaking for.

Don't cut it short

Don't be so cruel, for heaven's sake;

And for the sake of those waiting to be.

I heard a story from mine

A nice, happy-ending story

And if you were me

Would you just be

As silent as the naked island underwater?

I don't sing these songs for nothing.

There's a saying that hardly goes these days

"One empty room makes space for the two, 

Maybe more"  

But, really, who cares?

You've seen a lot of what they can be,

Heard many a stories about how they went on freely,

With too many eyes and too many ears, yes;

But tell me, honestly, do you see my inside, Magic? 

La Nota De Un Estúpido

It is true that I hate you,

But I love you more.

I often try to ignore you,

But I miss you more.

In lone nights and days hard,

I try not to think of you 

But you sneak in like a thief;

Into my head, I hate you!                                        

I wish I could forget your number

I deleted it from the diary

But everyone betrayed me 

Even my poor memory! 

The translator is of no use to me

Nor dictionaries any more

I have a whole book called Life

For some notions to explore.

On Faith and Some Common Notions

I am afraid some of us have got a wrong impression of religion. If you have a problem with the word 'religion' (for Marx's superhit comment "Religious distress is at the same time the expression of real distress and the protest against real distress. Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, just as it is the spirit of a spiritless situation. It is the opium of the people. The abolition of religion as the illusory happiness of the people is required for their real happiness. The demand to give up the illusion about its condition is the demand to give up a condition which needs illusions."---Karl Marx, Critique of Hegel’s Philosophy of Right) you can replace the word with faith (more appropriate to use as Asians).

RELIGION STRENGTHENS PEOPLE, INJECTS HOPE AND POWER INTO THEM; AND DOES NOT WEAKEN THEM. ALSO, IT UNITES PEOPLE. History gives testimony to this. It was only after Christ came and got crucified that Israel's resurrection was possible...they were no longer slaves of the Romans. It was only after Prophet Mohammed was born and preached His beautiful religion that Arab tribes were unified and stopped self-destruction by internal trifles and was elevated to the glory of one of the most learned races of this planet...human endeavor in every sphere of activity flourished there. Long before them, Buddha came and preached a faith so powerful that Vedic Religion got back its life after it became lifeless with sacrificial rites. And only after Raja Rammohan Roy and Sri Ramkrishna Dev reformed Sanatana Dharma that Bengal's Renaissance followed; produced figures like Swami Vivekananda, Rabindranath, Keshav Sen, Mahatma Ashwinikumar Dutta, Gandhi et al. Please do not confound the power and purity of religion with what Humans made it look like. That would only be false interpretation or "sotyer opolaap"!

Yet Another Love Song

Didn't mean to make you feel embarrassed,
Nor did I want to tell you that I'm here.
Fairy tales were so lovely to share
That I pretended that I'm no kid.

Didn't remember hopes felt so heavy in my heart
Nor did I expect it would again be.
All I did was to wait and wait and see
Until it vanished--and there was nothing to bid.


Letters, may your shining glory be my abode--
I'll be a recluse; so sing your hymns to me.
Come winter, and I have a fire ready
To be fuelled by pages she was meant to read.