“UNENDING LETTER”

Engrave me a letter after here from there

If you find an undying home

Postman might arrive near an unlock door

Or towards a new gateway of the village

All and sundry might be forgotten my name and dynasty

Though all the villagers would recognize your name

Propel to your own name followed by my address-

Did I put creepy stories on your fresh life?

Had you ever found shadow of tears in between the stories

Could you been to yesteryears of those miracle days?

Sympathetically do not construct even a word

During the sunshine and smile-

You would have endless impulsive words

During the august rain and midnights

Might be during your sunup mirror-

How long you’ll take to inscribe that letter,

How many years would take to complete it?

A happiest life with one daughter and two sons

Or an incomparable good husband with colorful stories?

Tell me not but, compassionately engrave to me-

Were we in the offing for the next spring?

And never seems a long day today.

Was there a spring before I reached there?

Rode a horse by me everyday in a soldier attire,

Turned around at ever seen places

By the window side of queen’s residence

To let me wet in the autumn’s rain

Until your eyes become mine-

Deadlock and dilemma are not be yours

Those old roads would be smooth like sooner than

The alike stars, moon and sun be brighten above the patio

Don’t forget to look after the litter

Playing far in a narrow street

Go gather them, no word comes to you

That’s a day, sunny day of a mother, of a house wife.

Find out an ancient pen, would be found inside your old suitcase

With dried petals of boundless roses of the past green ages

Are you able to feel immeasurable nostalgic among the old stuffs?

Mark down each moments without edgy and compunction

Be kindheartedly follow the story-

Old pictures, old hand written letters, old gifted dresses

Everything you had kept I know since the first day-

Lettering for whom so long never endingly

Probing for what inside old belongings and briefcases

You staring so impatiently on my elderly images

And shading tears as looking on ear rings of thirties

Why are you reading my aged diary pages?

I could hear on an adore and deplorable tone

That’s reply-

Force me not to complete this heaviest letter

Still I on arms of my devil protector

Pen will go on till I stop blinking my eyes

Yet my face could hide on this bare chest of yours

Don’t let me split I from you by a perfect letter

I will not desirous for the final sign of my name.

It would be an unending letter as I beat in you…

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WOMAN: AM I JAILBIRD OF THE MEN

Woman: am I icon of the sex?

Don’t name me mother

Don’t dub me sister

In natural, I had husband and sons

Today they are rapist and molester

And my hands are hand cuffed

Revolutionize never comes to me

Now I’m a sex doll in brothels

And I’m speechless maid in every domicile.

I don’t have a shadow of womanhood

Buy me and sell me out like a calf

Even my daughter is a queen of the dark world

Womanhood flies up with the smoke of kitchen

Carnivorous are thirst for us

Like chicken meat of the bars

I with my daughter won’t move

We couldn’t go among the men animals.

Sometimes I’m a dead stone

No hemoglobin, no cells, no tissues,

No DNA, my hormones are my foe-

In vegetable vendors and grocery shops,

Avails among the objects and sold.

Inside the men’s pocket and inner wearer,

Sticks and bears since centuries over centuries.

In between the turbine of washing machines,

My appeals have been collapsing.

Under the roof of lavatory and public toilets,

Everyone plays me, kept me nude.

As a massager in days an nights

And only be a procreator, named: Woman.

When I would be free from the societal cage?

From the beds & bodies of cannibals!

When I could walk in democracy?

On those narrow Streets of the city,

When the wild dogs dance in midnight!

Still they are in excitement of my membrane

To lactate them like a baby,

Over their adolescent till late sixties

Don’t name me mother!

Don’t dub me sister!

Woman: am I jailbird of the men?

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REBORN

 

Incredible sympathy put me not in qualm,

Lead me in an another planet,

Save me from the evils of my thoughts.

 

Can you complete to sing that new life’s chant?

I have elapsed the tunes onwards the midnight

Can you avow once for my hemorrhage life?

To make recover the wounded fleshes

Can you give me a pair of wings to fly again?

My wings are in broken yet

Can you feed me some food in my hunger?

To able to stand among the men like a human

Can you proffer me a hope to live?

To grow old together in a single world

Miles to go, how many miles I don't know;

Would it be a destiny of funeral of mine?

Many days to wait, how many days I don't know

For more than last two decades, traveled in a wrong track

Where I have to go for worship a powerful god,

I didn’t have a religion, was I not a man?

Gathering the memories that full of viruses,

Should I erase all, to begin a fresh voyage?

Smokes and wines are not my kinship like my last vacation,

Dark and storms are not my friends anymore,

I’m not waiting to merge in Leukemia like a death man.

Being hated to my graveyard unlike my yesterday,

Unnatural shrunken dreams are not my real world today.

I have found a hopeful life with an immortal soul.

You had awaken me from a deathbed,

Chronic pains are getting vaporized,

When could you smile in my open home?

The dozen of fountain pens with those notion inks,

Unwritten white sheets and an ever shining lamp;

You have sent me in my unknown address,

To write an epic to express the power of love;

When I opened that miraculous gift

My Numb body grows up with a strong heart

The arms are spreading as you’re approaching

I reborn here as a king to hold you until the world end.

No longer parched in rivers of my realm,

Orchids begin come into bud in wither trees,

Monsoon has showered me from polluted judgment,

Soft wind blows away terrifying images

Destiny to a holy home with your blessings

My room has been in empty for years

Like a haunted house of a pre medieval village

I myself surrendered dreaming of alive.

But I’m not I’m in this genial day of life.

Embellish me by your soft and cherish hands

Care me thousand times more.

I have been collecting your tears in a flagon

Tonight I shall drink instead of whiskey

For giving me a new life in an expired body

Salute goes to you, honor goes to you.

You’re the clock of my life…

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