LIBRARY

The silence of the ages depict mistakes.
The clamour of history,passive still.
The murmur of knowledge & intellect,
Laid to rest.

The awakening of human soul
And age -old wisdom,encompassed
Are spawned in papyrus,
Mummified and dumb.

The rustling of December wind
Thru the shivering dry leaves of time.
The silence of the grave of a saint
Singing looney tunes all along.

Like some naughty prodigal son,
Waiting for a vent to explode,
There you wait in the night's silence
Waiting to unravel a revolution.

There you rest,library.
The pioneer of eternal knowledge.
For someone to find you,and
Search in you the console of soul,
And unite with eternity
That laughs away silently at the ignorant universe.
-ARGHA SEN

SHE

She's stopped dreaming nowadays,
Coz she 's tasted her salty tears.
She's stopped laughing as well,
For nothing awakens her soul,
Or stirs the bottom of her heart-
Where serious thoughts have made a place.

Some letters are kept in her cupboard,
Some that have the same address....
Lost somewhere in her sub-conscious mind.
Some,her own letters;
Undelivered as yet.

Coz the link of thoughts
That filled up her walls,
Is lost in some dark night....
The letters her wings,

The girl wanted to fly.
But time,ruthless time....
Has changed her so
As to become a lady-
Another face in a mass
Of faces,burnt with acid:
Her specs dont serve
To hide her tears.

The clock is ticking,
The life so dead-
With pace-makers;
Forcing her to live.
But the girl in her
Still wishes to fly
When she looks at dusks,
Out of her concrete window.
A window that shows
The heart of a man,
The man in her life-
So dead by now.
-ARGHA SEN

INQUISITIONS

How far do we need to walk,
Before we be called a traveller?

How long do we need to wait,
Before we can say the wait is over?

How much bloodshed shall be made,
Before life finally becomes a cake-walk?

How much do we need to weep,
Before the altar declares us purified?

How long do we need to live,
Before life finally says we can die?

-Argha Sen

A WALK BY A VOLCANO

Remember how we stood by the volcano,
And made promises to us.
Remember how we held our hands,
And wept silently , muted by eruptions
All around us , and over us too,
Engulfing our bodies;we felt the heat;
It burnt our skins, scarecrows aching with the desire-
To die once more , hand in hand;
To weep once more , and feel the heat;
To love once more , before we perished;
To return once more , before we could
Rest forever , and feel the peace,
Of heated splinters , piercing our soul.