Breaking The Ice

You sit inside the sounds
Looking out at the sky.
I sit inside the silence
Looking out at the ocean.
You speak not, the silence might break
I speak not, the sounds may be awake.
Finally, with a crack
The ice breaks
And the quintessential rules
Yellow, moribound, fake.
Now I sit inside the sounds
The sky is the limit
Now you sit inside the silence
The ocean looks blue.

Sleep Over (Song of a shop manager)

Can you see the light bulbs?
Red and snotty flames.
Zero adds to zero,
Don't make a fuss about it.
The  colours sing so lightly,
They are a happy lot.
The people change over and over
But the faces are all the same.

So give me coffee and TV
Please, quickly!
They talk too much
I'm going blind
And I'm brain-dead virtually
Sociability
They're hard enough for me.
Take me away from this big, bad world
And agree to sing to me
So I can sleep over again...
So I can sleep over again...
So I can sleep over again...

Yard Of The Raven Girls

Through the yard of the raven girls,
Through the gates of gold
The glittering of your eyes fade.
And the winds of young summer dance
In the heap of golden hay.

Fear, here we come.
Oh yes now! Fear, we may come
To the new age of sound.

The sea of heart, and the art, is your beauty
And the innocence, oh the purity.
The taming seas and sour tempest
Are the diamonds, and the rust
The eyes, yours is the best.

Fear, here we come.
Oh yes now! Fear, we may come [So run, run, run, run, run]
To the new age of sound!

Two-headed Boy

Two-headed boy, with the silver strings attached
The light just went off, now its blacker than black
They hear you tapping on the sandstone glass.

And I am resting my ear on the dark
And I am resting my ear on the dark.

Two-headed boy, a song for the dead
All pulleys and weight, and the tears slowly fade.
And the sorry sweetness follows.

And the clowns start to turn once again
And the clowns start to turn once again.

Two-headed boy, the needle stings in your heart
A radio screams, a song for your dreams
And the waves join the two sacred hearts.

The eyes dont move anymore,
They just climb up the stairs
Into the sky above my feet
and floating electric chairs.

And I am resting my ear on the dark,
And I am resting my ear on the dark.

Two-headed boy, there is no reason to grieve
The world you just wished for, is wrapped in golden sleeves
And left beneath the Christmas trees, in the snow.

Just take it and leave us alone
Oh, two-headed boy, just leave us alone.
Leave us alone.

This.. err... is the story of... err.. I really have no idea what it's all about. Do tell me if you understand :)

War

           And as the sun kept setting on the west, the winds tore away the last bit of smokes from the dying chimneys. And the deserted streets had orchestrated nothingness spread all over themselves, waiting for that one man only. And he kept running. Running through the town, and all the dreams living inside its stomach, being in a hibernation. The evening creept in, and the wind blew harder, and the ominous siesta continued like a hum of the faraway engines at work. He ran up the stairs of a seemingly deserted building. Empty buckets, dusty garbage rugs, and the toothed stairs sitting there, waiting for him. And he ran up the stairs. He reached the 6th floor, and banged open the only door standing. A white figure, in whites, lay there, tired, maybe asleep.

"You came back." She stated.
"Yes. Where are they?"
"They left, long ago."
"Who were they?"
"Does it matter?"
"Doesn't it?"
"Not anymore."
     
               He moved to her side, and running a hand over the bulging stomach, he said, "Yes. It doesn't, not anymore."

Ghost

Ghost, ghost I know you live within me
Feel as you fly
Into the nothingness above you
Where silky spirits cry

Ghost, ghost I know you know me
Kiss me on the eyes
So I can look out the window
Into the polished skies.

Ghost, ghost tonight, you sing to me
I take birth inside a rocket
As the milk and the holy water rains
The wings inside the sockets, how they slowly dry.

Ghost, ghost tear me up into pieces
So I leave nothing behind
I leave tonight into my voyage
The sun I wish to find.

Ghost, ghost you remember the girl
Who fell from the sun
As the lights left her body
How the they tore up the sky?

Ghost, now you don't scare me,
I live in the hole, where no one dares to fly.

The Enemies

'Run fast', that's all
You'd hear your father say
Before they twisted him in the rain
And bend him for the feast that night
And all the flash licking lightning rays
Made merry around the flower bed.

But now we must pack up every piece
Of what's left of the memories,
And the love we remind to each other
Just enough to keep ourselves to carry on.
Know all your enemies; we know who are the enemies.

The circus wheel roared across the land
And there lay wrapped in rosy sheets
The brother you used to hate
He's happy, now that he rides the comet's tail.
He's not coming back for you, or any other one he loved.
The Earth looks better from outer space.

But now we must pack up every piece
Of what's left of the memories,
And the love we remind to each other
Just enough to keep ourselves to carry on.
Know all your enemies; we know who are the enemies.

They buried her with five hundred other scars
All wet and dark, and mystical
And flowers rain down the drain.
The silence of the living cysts, and some other obscenities
The empty rings around the heart
A reminder of the sun and moon, and the empty smiles.

But now we must pack up every piece
Of what's left of the memories,
And the love we remind to each other
Just enough to keep ourselves to carry on.
Know all your enemies; we know who are the enemies.
The Enemies.


To all those people, political and non-political, who were victims of the political butchery (which still continues) in the state of West Bengal.

The Plastic Song

When we were young
You were the Queen of Plastic Island.

And as we lay in the attic
Counting out the stars in each other's eyes (we heard)

Your mom would call your dad 'another mother's son'
And your dad would stab himself in the arm.

I knew I'd make love to you one pretty parceled evening
And reach the deepest corner of my misbegot soul.

Your mom drank till she was fast asleep
As your dad learned 'Famous Last Words'.

And there you slept on my shoulders.
And I was, the vanquished King of Plastic Island.

Lamp post

Lamp post. Eka. Ghar-ta banka. Matha-ta nichu.
Biborno komola ushnota-tai jar ekmatro shombol.
Roj shondhebela-e she sheje othe. Pothbonita naki?
Kokhono mataal-er latrine, kokhono ba pathshala
Ar bhorer nil kuasha-ta jokhon paa tipe tipe neme eshe
Chador bichhiye dey gaye, she abar ghumiye pore.

Lamp post. Shari shari. Ghar-ta banka. Matha nichu.
Matha-ta ar jibone unchu hobe na.

Lone Wolves

Sometimes, when I see the lone wolf
Singing alone in a sleepless slumber

I pass by the brighter alley
Knowing it's his time 'lone.

Sometimes, at a late night attack
When I cry and laugh like the pied piper

I meet the lone wolf, for I know
We may have been foxes, old and brown.