Saturday, March 30, 2013

Better Late Than Never


My hundred mornings I had gifted to those carbon letters,
My thousand afternoons I sacrifice for a closed school gate,
My million evenings I burnt to decipher an elusive silhouette,
And my billion nights I wrote in the name of counting stars!

You think I’m a busted?
I won’t lie, I’m not-
Now I recycle those old papers and keep the change…
I relish an afternoon nap or sometimes on rented DVD…
I puff out the evening in resolving my clients’ agony…
Then I tip my fantasy to beauties and beasts of night…

You think I’m ordinary?
Pardon my arrogance… yes I’m-
You wonder why?
Because a day is inevitable
When you’ll be left with
Wheels under your shoes,
Black glasses to veil your eyes,
A fountain pen with solidified ink
And the phantom of an eloped Suzan!

Oh you are sceptic that I am lost in love?
Not at all my friend… I’ve found out what to love!

- Anunoy Samanta

Friday, March 29, 2013

Mr. Savanna Speaks

I was born with sparse hair-
Don’t fly with vain superiority,
Even the lady zebra finds her
Heaven in my ample body furs;
Only in summer I take a shower
The winter I splurge combating
Never-ending human idiocy
Extinguishing rapid wildfire…
You leave me with grazing lice
And keep chipping my head
For all your selfish need
To grow some pricey spice!
You think I’m risk-free
Lord of grass and rosemary,
Sitting on a neuter giraffe
Feasting on a cactus soup-
But I swear, someday not too far
I’ll overpower your fertile lands
And spread my empire with the
Hammer of your global warming,
Curse me or call me a sadist
I’ll give a shit to it!

- Anunoy Samanta

Written for Expression of life in the Savanna on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Martyr


Pay homage to the sacred flame
That hides in the darkest cave
Or meditate in the ocean bed,
Too volcanic to exist with you!

She left her balloon for her brother,
Abandoned her lover for the family,
Resigned her desk job for her kids &
Preserved her fire only for one man…

Revere that unselfish gale
Which could freeze the sun,
But didn’t even shudder a leaf
Only to die in your woman’s heart!

- Anunoy Samanta

Written for Sunday Mini Challenge - Release your inner wild woman on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. 

Friday, March 22, 2013

The Crack in My Ceiling


There’s a fissure in my bedroom ceiling…
When I feel too lazy to part with my quilt
I get chastised by fixing my gaze on the fault
As it reminds me of four bitter truths:
My ancestors deserve bit more peace…
My kids must find a brighter future…
My finance needs better management…
And my wife expects a responsible me…
You wonder, what’s next? It’s simple,
I throw off my cover and lace up my boots.
You must know to beat your breaking point-
Through every crack in your wooden pane
Sunray is sure to peep next to a filthy rodent! 

- Anunoy Samanta

Written for Fireblossom's Friday Challenge on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. 

Thursday, March 21, 2013

After the Shower


The mad vodka had stolen the moisture of his tongue,
He stared at the moon filled sky from the tiny cabin glass
Waiting to get tuned with the cacophony of turbulent waves-
There was his head on the table hiding the wordless paper,
Closed eyes to avoid any episode of accidental shooting star…
Only the uncapped pen knew where Suzan was to be found,
But it was dumped to roll on the swaying wooden planks;
The radio beeped once, twice and then thrice in a row-
Was that an admonition for a forthcoming tempest…?
Why a man never has enough tears he asked the darkness,
The echo gave him some solace of a waiting frost rock…
A contented smile conquered his hope soaked shady eyes
Dragging him naked on the murky black and white deck;
He climbed the mast higher and higher to thank the iceberg,
Alas a sudden shower washed out his chance of deliverance…
Lashed down by the tyrant drops of reality he picked up the pen-
“Suzan, the new dawn wants me to write another ode for you,
Baby I’ll rhyme of papery romance like love, longing and live
With the hope that tomorrow will never summon monsoon-
I can’t die for you dear; I’ve seen a raindrop too has dust in it!”

- Anunoy Samanta