Sandipan Nath Choudhury

Pure In monsoon, the haunting of these desolate places green and old: the vegetative earth pure and cold Enforcing the heart to be dormant. Let the moss grow on the pebbles, Weed on the stones. Those long traces of memories and forms That melt in the mist. Each little stone and pebble, content And ready to resign itself To this unprohibited growth. Let there be no return from this end: I give myself to you Come weed grow on me too! Directionless Clouds And the days are like Vagabond clouds on vacant skies. And this road always by my window. The vista of years passed by Dreams dreamt and forgotten: The heart has left then for its land Now desolation in my D ecem bers co ld Light a candle, sit by the fire, Lets talk we all are going somewhere. And in the evening I shall try to reach: In the morning I try to clutch What I left there. Then in the after rain road When people walk in their drowsiness, I cry out to the empty skies Everything that was, everything That is, from top to bottom Me only me We live like this.

Fringes of Sorrow She is a little girl Deforming, In the smoke of my Cigar Turbulating. We need more smoke and fire To see her form. Yesterday Nero burned Rome. As the dazed night Gives way to dawn, I hear her careless song From beyond the horizon. In vain, I try to hold her in Then this acceleration in me, she fades away. I sniff at the last strand of smoke Rising from my ashtray.

The Truth The truth is that we live And we are not alone. You can say whatever you like You will find an echo, I am sure. The truth is that we can go on Make a home out of road The truth is that we have to struggle Fulfillment will close doors To the ones we call the others. The truth is that we can still love The dreams that were never fulfilled We should still love innocence After all that has been said.

Wild Strawberries Look for sun hanging on trees The bottle green leaves Saffron rays mixing with shadows. This vast field, this cold breeze The mind is a field of wild strawberries. The solar lady ate the sun Swells under it, her creamy skin Now red with heat. This desert will never quench her thirst. The dwarves have a secret in their eyes The lady shall die towards the evening Falling as an envelope from the purple skies One more dwarf with secret eyes! Where we go has too many images Too many roads than we ought to know Or no road at all the physical ness from tip to toe Somewhere deep the wild strawberries start to grow! In Dreams In dreams, I am a fat dull boy Drunk and lazy Singing songs of merriment and joy. Projections Oranges from Rio Come on a cloudy day This big steel thing Is blue anyway. Feeling from teep to the toe Warmth in my palms Sweat in my socks The air is humming The coffee is brewed A sip or two and the crisp Paper sounds.

So carefully careless A year or two I guess Its all usual Edges of wood smooth Paper tips stained I shall put a blanket in Find a little place to hide in. Visit to A Hill Station Such green is not of us Such green and cold Breeds other people Not us. Woes are hide behind the cloud-capped hill In the silence of the swollen tribal face. The stones dont speak, the water is tired Busy flowing past the stones In oblivion with clouds Silent going Down the trench.

Some pristine and lonely spirit Haunts the hills. Her prayer is said in silence The vegetation follows Heads downtrodden with rain Intermingling brute hunger with innocence Unlike us. Relics stay, I ask, what is that for? Behind the Old Catholic church Some romantic and old misery hurts Like a tribal story, like a bible thing Appears so desolate And green green green Not for us at all! She and Me She mourns cause she sold her soul

I mourn cause I dont believe I had it at all! Escapology I dont know what I am going to tell When I saw the sky I heard the alarm bell I came drenched in the rain feeling elevated To the smell of moist ground I am related. From all that makes my heart heavy and all I lack I wanted to go away and you held me back, Back in a place that now gives me dreams Of the day I shall break away Into a open road to see happiness in the faces of children I will laugh with them and I will walk away And it brings tears to my eyes to see the world run To smell through our dreams and feel your heart O dear! Go on and feel your soul Let me be here to play my role And if tears for me come to my eyes Wont you come here, touch me and whisper I never told you goodbye To your eyes What do I tell your eyes? If they find me out, The light that you just saw Has already burned me out! If I see home in you If I try to hide in there If I turn off the lights Will you call me a coward? If I try to hold myself (They tell me to!) Talk of a road I never traveled Live by that wall no! I will rather live at your door This poem is wrong But this poem is for you I only wish I could save you I only wish I could save you

The Merry Farmers of Pumpkin Land I felt like I had a home waiting for me I had come here only to buy some gifts For my friends The merry farmers of pumpkin land O there the earth with its age old swells Blends with the ripe pumpkins Like natural There the dust doesnt sting, The sun doesnt burn the back Adores the tanned skin of my friends The merry farmers of pumpkins land The bullock cart that stands at my gate I dont remember since when it stands I forgot to return with the gifts. Do they still wait for me my friends The merry farmers of pumpkin land? O fear and care this life gave me Comes back, now seizes me Are they still waiting for me? What has since then happened to them My friends, my friends? I wake up from my afternoon nap The autumn sun bathes me On my window the horizon stands The slender beams on my skin Oozing out of a ripe pumpkin There I stand looking at the horizon Too many suggestions pull my mind And I must put an end There is no pumpkin land! With Whisky in Mind Lights glowing in the distance Water in my hands and light on the water I cant see much but I am satisfied

To be back again to my eyes I see a blend s a mixture of what I love and what I hate. My senses are dull but I think I can feel till now My reactions are not spontaneous but I dont mind In this mediocre moment of light and darkness Between the dead that cuts like a knife And the new that I dont feel In this blend of light and water When the day touches the night I keep walking and I am saying, I am happy

A Poem 1 I had let my mind wander more and more In the end you cant but surrender surrender and return home I know the times you read about are dead and gone I know the things you see have already been done Look! There is a new sun in the sky Not a water colored one drawn by a child Believe neither in history nor in reason There are worlds within this world But just believe in your own! Pink creepers growing upon a crimson square Dryness on an unburnished wooden chair And it is still love we can think about And it is still love that will pull us out!

Face Wash I am not Green enough To loose a healthy tooth Besides I am not here for a role. I am old already I dont feel the sirens that call me There is no necessity, Eliot Yet I am cold already! So do it and I will pay you

Make it long, I will thank you Make it longer, I will recommend you To a bustard like me. The Piano It was so strange that morning, The earth stopped and began again. And everything everything sent itself out to me The men on the street, Things and hopes suspended as they are I closed my eyes and everything Everything was my neurotic body. It was then I heard you playing The piano. I heard it in everything. And you kept on playing and playing and playing And playing A Poem 2 I shall tell you of rivers As old as us And of a tree whose bark, Smoothed by wear: I shall Tell you of all these. I shall tell you of the place where we meet. In autumn the leaves fall here too: In hot June we shall dream of rain. And I shall tell you How to count the stars at night. When all the light is too much, Come out, it will be alright. And I shall tell you how to Hide behind the leaves blurred By the rays of dawn Or how to find hope In the laughter of children.

And you will know why Why the rain falls in June: Why it is cold in winter: And what calls you Is the smell of earth In the years harvest: The new rays of dawn Waiting waiting for you. Like a Snail