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Alone

 I've been a part of sleepless nights with a pair of warm socks which were the only thing that could comfort me. While the elephants trumpeted out in the world, I would just pee in my sheets and sleep through my deeds. For I was all alone.  I've been a part of playing alone with a dust coated, worn out kitchen set. Where I would whisk thoughts in a bowl and saute what my Father told and garnish the dish with some fables and rhymes. For I was all alone.  I've been a part of occupying the corner of my class and keeping to myself. While the teacher praised and cheered the popular kid's work, I would write letters and notes as if I wore coats that would help cure the world or save its people. For I was all alone.  I've been a part of the books that I've read, gained wisdom that never found fruition. While the world awed and welcomed the achievers but I stood like a teacher eating salads in locked rooms. For I was all alone.  And the future looks nothing but merry, b...
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Let’s go somewhere. Today, tomorrow, or maybe day after. Let’s explore places, Let’s explore people, Let’s, then, promise to change the world. Let’s dance a while. Until there’s still some hope Of the merriment that envelopes us. Or let’s may be, sit a while, And talk about the ridiculousness Of the various things happening everywhere. Things that are not remotely relatable. But, things that are adversely plausible. Who am I to keep you From reading, wondering and reaching. I’ll just sit next to you, Say a word or two, And bubble up in the excitement of silence. Let’s go, Before our five minutes are over. -Kasturi Ghosh
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What will be The psychedelic product Of the gay numbers When multiplied with each other Over a table that is Burdened by my fatal relationship With a nightmarish pile of Pages strung together Which were imposed Which have to be disposed After months and months Of ragging and raging. Could I be more ignorant Could I be more palpable Could I be both, at the same time. Let’s sit down And talk it out For it isn’t you who’s head Is in a haywire today. You just have to whip up A little patience A little more listening, Like you did when I wasn’t home, That other night. -Kasturi Ghosh
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You are not here today. Nor is your body.  Nor is your presence. The hand that extended Into the refrigerator  For saccharine treats Is amiss today You are not here today Nor is your mind. Nor is your life. It has wandered  Into the woods Into the highs Into the sands. Will you be there When I come? Will you show me How it’s done?  Or are peanut mountains  More extravagant  Than  the little  Spiced up grains?  Rise and shine As the pillow protests Like mother did When she needed you.  -Kasturi Ghosh
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Glassy Dreams He stood before us Talking about the glass world The lenses, the prisms, The mirrors that reflected Taking us through various curvatures To the gay colours of the retina The black spot promising complete darkness Subtending angles of vastness How the magnifying power of the lens Could make us look at the world so vivid Scattered light, famished flights Dispersed into rainbows The parabolic strands of colour Unveiling like some new promises in the sky Reflecting the glee of the droplets Which remain suspended in work The world of the micro and macro The world so full with gusto And his hands continue to show The universe is nothing but more -Kasturi Ghosh
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We did it yesterday, When the light came in And the trees swished by When the darkness left With a faint promise  That never had an intention  To be fulfilled. We did it yesterday, When your hair portrayed  A sweet melancholy  When I brushed you off With some sugar and salt That played the pseudo game Of seeking and faking. But did we really do it? Or was it just a show? Of humble exterior  And a churlish interior?  Maybe it was you, Taking away pieces  Without letting me know. -Kasturi Ghosh
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