Scorpio
Lips on lips, the gaze towards nothingness
Would it matter delving in these wrong verse business?
Nothingness is the Scorpio moon-sign, the lips quite unaware
Hair waving in the air, tight jeans, oh the desperate lover
Imprinting the lipstick mark, those lips keep quivering
Passion boils up, passion spills over
The vapors of the rose are steaming!
Some lips knowingly want to become blue
Look, how one nothingness moves
Towards another’s body too!
Way to Heaven
We who haven’t as yet understood
Whether nine-by-eleven
Happened to be a curse or blessing
Whether dying by eating or starving; whether bubbles
Or waterfalls;
After marriage or before; novelist Sunil Ganguly
Or poet Sankha Ghosh; below the navel or above
We who have every time while donating
Wondered we needn’t have, and
While donating thought we could have, for them
Below the verandah
Lies waiting a coiled-up dog
The one, who will show us the way to heaven
Though we haven’t as yet decided
Which way we’re going to go!
Identity
Now then shalikh bird, I’m whose companion?
The one kissed by the frog and the python
Tell me shalikh bird, which is my home?
Goa, Daman, Diu and the Hrishikesh dome
Now tell me, what’s my location?
Earth-centric circle or the equator region
But shalikh bird, how do I traverse
Head below, feet above, in the reverse
Then hey shalikh bird, who keeps me in control?
Fuming poison or darkness as dark as coal
Now tell me, who’s my lover?
The entire female race and a vast foggy river
Then shalikh bird, what about my food?
Well-ripened lies and bitterness, here for good
Last question therefore, what’s my identity?
Just a poet, direction-lost, a birth-wasted pity
