[03] My Hundred Lines

Grilled roasted or smoked chicken Desire or money— which is more significant Isn't important— if demand is sought Putting food on tongue in imagination Drawing graph of power and dosage Decision could be taken aptly Neither there was nor there be any debate Debate never wakes up From physical-mental ethereal pleasure Days spent darning dreadful times Laying on the new or old bed-sheet Trees uprooted with fruitless shaking Cell phone buttons waned Gradually like shoe sole Path splashed up on pathless wild trail While walking alone Red-eyed dusk like owl Sharp teeth of tiny mouse As the notch of carpenters file Midnight shouts harsh As crocodile like house-lizard Cockroaches dance classical way Within the interplay of light and shade But hesitation never sprouted Not the day after night Nighttime arrived roaring laughter Dark tweaked to deep murky After the last day of last fortnight Not the moon— deep-black clouds Set up cluster of tents in the sky Balloon of fallacious time perforated By the nocturnal animals Time went mutely on quick march Flash of lightening moment added salt To the disordered mind and threw On the corrugated iron sheet roof At the midsummer sweltering day Where am I standing now On the knee-deep water of sinking land Or washed out in the Saturday night's wave Besides the crematorium's river Sleeping alone in the underground furious cell With the treasury of jewels like mummy Dim demand line intersecting The diffused marginal utility curve On the slope-way of life And entered into the dark quicksand Wearing desire sit knelt down To a deep-blue precious stone No other second stone is there To light a fire of existence Forgetting the daily grammar From the center of gravity of a polygonal want Gauging the center of circle's core utility Going a little ahead slowly All of a sudden slipped noiselessly White bear is moving around frosty destination Compass went into hiding— fled away the target Friendless daily adventure To the posterior feelings The pigtail of collapsed sensation Removing lice with condolence With millions of cells daily Whirling round and round Within narrow circumference No tree attached black badge on pocket No cosmic tremor is recorded In the tranquil twilight Nature put on ornament of lights As if a cluster of small fishes Going against the stream to hunting trap Candles of the illumination go out one by one A giant parasite on the soul Unseen destructive beast injured the body Forgetting all possible directions Searching road heather and thither Paths has been eaten up by the infrastructures Flattering shadow spread wings Over dislocated brain-cell I am dubious sighted deaf and dumb Like an extremely senior person Eclipse of impassable misfortune Is attached as the glue on my forehead I have read the palm of space In the moonlight at midnight Backbone fractured on greasy algae Days are going to the down stream Struggling frantically to keep afloat Lastly hoisting rend shirt on the top of solitude Cool calligraphy of misfortune Set up on the helpless garret On the moment of taking decision Decision itself hanged with a rope On the branch of excised banyan tree Investigators are in deep waters During post-mortem session Still amazing dreams beckon Trust is playing snake-ludo with soul Snakes biting— restarting every time I have lost both legs— but going ahead on crawl Poem 14 Book 'Affluent Love- The Silent Killer' February 2012 Copyright Writer Adarsha Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh ISBN 978-984-8875-33-9