lines more lunatic than the sun
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 1
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making my friendship with the water-pigeon does not mean
that i've acknowledged all devotion of the land-lotuses to river
without putting any note of dissent
I'm still plunging my face
into the heart of
black-soil
white
is my thirst in clouds
sometimes I wish to exchange the headlights
of my flesh and blood
with a ocean
and put my palms
together with regards
to say to my all time-cheerful chest-pocket
oh master let the age of my shadows
be not more vivacious
than the flower-bed after marriage
and without the help of any civic key
let the drinking-bowl of an wish-baul
walks as it wishes
along my lips
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 2
I offer so much love to the orioles
after then
some defeats on the upper-level of the pea-leaves
have gathered somehow
then, the juvenescent white esculent fruit
that has a conch-shell shape
or the restless thunder
no one agrees to take the onus of maintaining my
feeding
and clothing
and sheltering
on some compulsion
I run to a grammar
produced by the water
it is her indulgence with which
I install forest in the mausoleum of the plural noun
install blending of sounds and compounding of words
and on reaching to the realisation of liberalism
I install a notun-bouthan also
I get pain very much
on observing the memory of the bicycle
to the laugher and weeping reserved for me only
why... without taking my permission... she sends
such an apprentice
in the hands of whose a-c machine
there is no fire-work
at all
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 3
just in the middle of the bad luck
I cultivate
some more boutique print
in the accident-prone foot of the kadam-tree
I deploy
a special correspondent of my own
putting my affidavit to the silk-worm
with myself
I'm going to start
bihu-dance
in the juhu-beach
Solo
comes to mind that date...i don't remember..
when together in the bus-stand
you and me
we were both speechless
to your that silence
was offered my bread and butter
then in your those wide eyelids
for a moment
wasn't put the shadow of any handkerchief
made of clouds
after then the epic of the mice started
like the creeper and the tree
the servant with the maid-servant
in that enlarging fire
the cloud was burnt
the water too
from the tooth-ache there took birth
the nail-polish
the hawai chappal
my FM
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 4
your body
that's fond of tv-soap
with its un-worldly moonlight and worldly tricks and posterings
as if it wants to plough
a thin winter that is attached firmly with a mermaid
along with the-path said-by-her
the white leaves are being flown away
on the-path written-by-her
the black-flags are making crowd
in source-root of both of them lies only one opening-song
at the end of both of them lies only one flower-festival
pre-occupied by some other thoughts
it's least to say
it has nine colours
it has ninety coloured-girls
if its feast be got open
the vermillion-mark of dusts
the garland of wading-birds
the squirrels
in the bed of bananas
in between two stations
when the local train stops
from the logic-card of the pumpkin
it's produced
always-new such dialects
of the bath- in-the-ganga
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 5
far from the centre-stage
production is going on
of many street-dramas
on handling the characters in them
is developing always
that sun-shine of horses
think sincerely in favour of it
how much change can be introduced
in the weight-structure of the night
and the night-queen
think sincerely how long more
the subsidy paid to the inter-caste alphabet
of the rhizomes of the paddy plants
would be continued
to make high the fertility of the school-buses
if the pages of the daily news-papers
be gone through well
it is understood
where there is folk-dances
there is hailstorm
the potato-growers are undone
observing all those
the coloured eyes of the water-cat
become much tearful
come, oh shy grandfather
gathering on this platform of pot-herb-creeper
we now
in search of some unspoilt palmyra-pulp of the kernel
we start digging vehemently
the pores of the skin of our body
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 6
the sleep is sleepless
in this hot-sea-shore
that's my only guardian
in the form of clouds
for separating myself from the palms of my hands
that is my act of ferrying boat eaten by ants
Not for a golden deer my darling for a golden iguana
I am now totally dedicated to my pocket-comb
today's income is very little
yet may you note
with the match-stick
i can rightly be able to reach that rehearsal-room
if you have taken decision
to make the rain-water your capital
then I have to display more simplicity on my face
the fight would never be finished
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 7
playing on the raw-coal
the under-clothes of the airhostesses
continue to sing a song
even-then the germination of the almonds
can never become the sugar-candy
made of palmyra
may be they don't want so
until and unless any night-guard comes
and deposits the RBCs of the jack-fruit-leaves
within a wrinkle-free hand-glove
you do absorb all colours
from the soil of the earthworms
and thus unfold your open hair
along the air of this cloudy day
then none but the gughni-sellers
will get back their names and titles
there is from the sky of the timber of hog-plum
it has rained even last night
the streets are wet
the trees are wet
there is splashing mud in the low lands
those all full-of-incidents
if you wish
you can send them
to the introduction of a proposal against war
i've never heard that
to take the responsibility
of the starving south-east
the rain has put down its crown
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 8
all on a sudden
one day again
i face the isabgool
the own fountain of vraj-kishore
may be, wants to fly away in such a manner
to another afternoon
my tiffin-expenses cann't discover that valley
till now
from where
it is said
all night-gowns begins
then i'm sitting
with my hands and legs spread
in the sun-light
filled with
the sound of chopping of cabbages
on the flowers of the sun-plant
that are in-between the wife and her mother-in-law
i exercise my intelligence very much
if the question of my security is raised
it is only a 'for-God's-sake'-like adjuration
the knot of a white handkerchief is so much heavy
i don't know earlier
my knowledge of using prosody
getting amalgamated calmly
with the stamen used by the sleep
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 9
for her
who looks most beautiful in red orna
i'm carrying the best wishes of those lilies
blooming on the iron-grill
When the blue-lotus is becoming more intense
within the rain pipe
i've lost the gate-pass of my earthly-birth
this world of secret inclinations and intentions
written in the letters of wild-jasmine
here to take a step
there is the ring-worms
to extend the hand
there is hydrophobia
so many nicknames for the boat-sinking
so many infiltrations
here the information from akrur catered much more
on the skin of masala-muri
than on the misti-dai
much more dance of the algebra
when by the hands
stolen from the sheep-herd
i'm sweeping the fallen leaves
it repeatedly comes to my mind today
that many market-price does not see me alive
even-then each powder-puff is scripting me
on the soap-water
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 10
then
owing to the pollen-grains
i can't become a good goal-keeper
even a morning
overcasted with nimbus
does not walk
catching the finger of the clap of the thunder
courtesy the james-clip
in her malkosh is playing on
the caw
the news-paper hawker
the maid-servant
though with some different bonding
with some different lighting
so much lachrymose on the cover of the opposite-water
as if at the gate of the candle-manufacturing-plant
some one by the capsicum get attached
the well-being information of the bison that breaks easily
and after stealing some over-boundaries
from the store of the un-timely spring
mingles with the pages of physics
a ratnti-kali-puja
that've got titillations from the nail-polish
through the act of walking
i'm
as i can guess
going to become drunk-mad
Poetry by murari sinha
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Written on 2010-04-19 at 18:44
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