A Loaf of Happy-Bread

They knew her as the Mad Lady. No one really knew her real name, but she had always been there. It was a dark and cold Friday night, and she was walking down the road, keeping herself to herself (like always), and as she walked on she heard a man fighting with a woman. She stopped, just out of sight from them, half hidden in the narrow alleyway she had been walking down a few moments back.

The man was tall, it seemed he was twice as tall as she was. The woman was quite small, it was her voice she heard at first. A shrill scream of rage in the night. She was shouting at the man.

She leaned in, she didn't want to intrude on their privacy or anything. She just wanted them to stop fighting.

"You come back at all sorts of hours, and you expect me to be quiet? Who do you think I am, your pet poodle?" she screamed at him.

"What I do is not your business. Come with me quietly to the house, and make some food for me. Don't you understand, I'm hungry? I've been working all day long, to make enoufh money for the house!"
"Working! I know what you call working! You're nothing but a lazy man. All you do is sit on your butt all day long in the factory, looking at the hard working men there."
"I'm the foreman, that's what my Job is. I have to supervise them, you stupid woman!"
"Supervise them? Are they a herd of goats? Supervise them my foot!"

They were walking quite close by to her, but just like everyone else in the locality, they didn't really notice her standing so close by. But then again, what reason would they have to notice the mad lady who walked the lonely streets.

The Woman tripped, and dropped a loaf of bread. It rolled, and came to a halt at her feet. She picked it up, and could still hear The Woman fighting with her husband. She knew they weren't very rich, and what that loaf of bread meant to them.

She started walking, faster than The Man and The Woman. When she caught up with them, she just started walking behind them. They were still fighting, but she didn't hear them this time. She was staring at the loaf of bread in her hands instead. It was still warm from the baker's oven. "A warm loaf of Happy-Bread!" her mother used to call it, and her father would smile too. This was a loaf of Happy-Bread as well. If They got the bread, she knew they would stop fighting immediately.

She called out to them, and they stopped. They were scared of her, but then they saw she was carrying the loaf of bread.

"I told you, you must have dropped it. Now The Mad Lady has picked it up. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to make enough money to buy that loaf of bread?" he told to her in an angry whisper.

"This is not a regular loaf of Bread. This is a loaf of Happy-Bread. You can feel how warm it is, the heart is still inside it. I think you dropped this a way back, ma'am. Here, take it. But remember not to break the Happy-Bread's heart when you eat it. Just smile while you're eating it, and you'll see how much warmer it gets."

She handed the loaf of bread to The Woman, and melted away in the dark alleyways. She was Happy, even though she didn't have the Happy-Bread.

A Collage.


I had a dream.

A few steps back into my life. A million steps away from reality.

The first day of school, my first school. Being escorted (read: carried) to school by someone. It’s impossible to recognize who that person is, with my teary eyes as I bawl away to glory.

The lonely walks through the large school grounds. Falling asleep under the cool shade of a seemingly huge tree.

The fights and the bickering. The games and the controversies. The memories, the nightmares. The punishments. The unfinished food in the tiffin boxes.

Growing up, to bigger classrooms. More space. More people. More conversations. Less space.

Unit tests giving way to examinations. Still the growing up doesn’t stop. Sneaking in to the computer labs and playing games. Sometimes, we forget to grow up.

College days. Even bigger classrooms, more frequent bunking sessions. Low attendance. More dates than classes.

The first ride on the Metro. With a purpose. The first date with her. An unforgettable Metro ride.

Disconnected images of the time spent with her. All those dates.

Staying late in office, working hard. For a future. A promised future.

The future becomes a lie. The dream fades away. The screen in front of my eyes flicker. The End. I wake up to reality.

It can never happen again. Any of it. Ever.

Nostalgia never hurt so much before.

The Things I Want...

"The things I want", by Arnab Majumdar

A Smoke.

A Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of Rum.

The Sun to shine once again. For me.

The Stars to twinkle once again. For her.

The hope that She can make sense of it all. For Us.


A Red Pet Dragon.

Fifteen cars. Maybe that's too much.

Okay, Fourteen cars.

Free Fall. Once.

Space Walk. Twice.

A Smile. Like Hers. Forever.

A Time Machine.

Caffeine. A lot of it. Some things never change.

Extra Cheese Pizzas.

No, strike that out. Some things do change.

Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. For some reasons.

Is it all too much?

A little boy’s letter to his father who’s been away for a long time in the Army


Dear Pappy

I hope this letter reaches you soon; the last letter took ages to reach. I keep thinking about the time when you were here, and how things were.

Things still happen around here at home, even though they tend to be a little slow. Maybe when you come over and give everything a hearty push, things would become fast again.

The goldfish you got for me has grown up a lot. I had to move it out of the little bowl it came in. I’m sending you a picture of him; I don’t know what to call him yet. Can you help me with that?

I used your old fish tank to house the fish in, I hope its ok. I cleaned it out nicely, but Mama said not to clean it too much. Do fishes really like to swim in stinky water Pappy? Don’t they have noses like us?

I’m really starting to get the hang of the fiddle lately. Mama says I’m becoming quite good at it, even though grandma doesn’t really enjoy it. She says I would be better on the piano with, with the long fingers that I have.

Mama says even you play the fiddle. Do they have the fiddle where you are Pappy? I’d like to listen to it when you come here, and you can hear me play it too!

Yesterday was really hot here. Me and Michelle made lemonade and had a little sale right outside the house. It went really nice; everyone loved the fresh squeezed lemonade. Michelle had a lot of fun as well, even though she drank nearly half of the lot herself.

Pappy, I saw in the news, there was a man looking just like you and wearing the same kind of dress, driving around in a big Tank. Do you also drive around in a Tank like that? Don’t you have regular cars there?

Mama doesn’t like driving without you. She always says that you’re a lot better at handling a car than she is. Is that true Pappy? Did you really teach Mama how to drive a car? Can you teach me as well, when you come over?

John’s here Pappy, he’s taking me to play baseball today. Remember, we still have to finish the last game when you come here next. When will you be coming home Pappy?

I told Michelle I’ll be writing a letter to you, and even she wanted to write something. She couldn’t find a pen, but wrote something for you with Mama’s lipstick. I couldn’t understand what she’s written, but I’m sending that along with this letter. Michelle told me you would understand what’s written there.

Come home soon Pappy, we miss you a lot.



P.S. Mama told me to tell you that I pray every night before dinner and before I go to sleep.

The Joyride


The Howrah Rajdhani, scheduled to leave New Delhi Railway Station at 1700 HRS, was running late. It was an hour late, and he couldn’t wait for the journey to begin. He was seven years old, and it was the first time he was travelling on a train. His father wanted him to have a taste of the Indian Railways network, much like he did when he was a boy, and lived in the Capital city of Delhi. It was almost 1800, and the journey was about to begin.

It had been a dream for him, to visit the place where his father had grown up. He had heard a lot about the trains, and the way they chugged through the wonderful Indian landscape. He was excited. They were in coach AS-3, right in the beginning of the coach. The first three berths were theirs, and he felt like the head of the whole Coach, which would be his home for the next few hours.

He was with his parents, his father and his mother. He adored his parents, and they loved him. It was a wonderful happy family of theirs.

“Do they still have the Railway Soup here?” he asked his father.

“I hope so. It is a wonderful thing, the Railway Soup, I must tell you. I wonder how they make it here, and how it tastes so wonderful.”

“We used to wait for train rides, only so we could get our hands on the Railway food. I don’t know what it is, but I loved the food on the train” said his mother.

“Do they have the Schezwan Chicken, Ma?”

Before he could get an answer out of her, she climbed on board. She was smaller than him, much smaller. He wondered why she wasn’t travelling with her parents, why she was with her sister instead. She looked at him, caught his eyes, and smiled at him. He politely smiled back, and then went back to staring at the Mynahs on the tracks.

“Do you want to sleep on the bunk, or the lower berth?” asked her sister.

“Can I sleep on the bunk? I have never done that before.”

“Yeah, you can, but then you won’t be able to see outside in the night, and might miss out all the wonderful places we are going to pass through.”

“Excuse me, but wouldn’t it be all dark outside at night, and difficult to see anything at that time?” he said, on an impulse, as he was listening intently on the conversation between the two sisters.

“I’m sleeping on the bunk, and you can stay with the dark window all night long didi!” she quipped, and smiled again at him. “Thanks!” she said

He smiled back, and went back to staring at the Mynahs.

“I’m sorry for the way my son poked his nose in your personal matters, I hope you don’t mind,” said his father to her sister.

“No Sir, it’s not a problem. It’s her first time on one of these things as well, she’s quite excited about the whole ride as well,” her sister said, with a smile just like hers.

“You’re going to Kolkata?” asked his father

“Yes. We’re going there to meet our grandmother,” her sister said.

“Her name’s Thamma, but I like to call her Thumbs-up,” she said, with that wide smile. He couldn’t help but smile along with her.

The train started to pull out of the station, and the journey was on. He was very excited at the prospect of spending almost a whole day in this cube-shaped room, with those two smiling strangers. They seemed happy.

Within an hour of the journey, they served the soup. It was good, but he liked the breadsticks more. He decided to go on the bunk, and have the soup while reading the latest Batman comics he had bought specially for the journey. He climbed up, at the topmost bunk, and saw that she was on the opposite one. The breadsticks were in front of her, but her soup was gone.

“Don’t you like the breadsticks?” he asked her

“Not really. They’re too hard. I like the biscuits better. Do you want to have them with your soup?”

“Are you sure you don’t want them?” his father had taught him to be a gentleman

“Yes, I hate them! Do you want some biscuits too?”

“No, I don’t like salted biscuits all that much, but I’ll take the breadsticks. Thanks”

“You’re welcome. Are you reading Batman?”

He never thought girls could like Batman, but it seemed like this little girl did like that character. Strange.

“Yeah, he’s my favourite. I love the Bat mobile, I’m going to buy that model when I grow up”

“Can I read the comic with you?”

“Sure, but how are you going to come over here?”

“Easy, I’ll just jump over from my bunk to yours” she told him, and started looking for a place to hold to, and push herself off.

“Wait, don’t do that! You’re gonna fall, you’ll hurt yourself!” She was an adventurous thing, downright dangerous sometimes.

“So what, I’m going to go all the way down, and then come back up again?”

“Yes, do that. Otherwise, no Batman!” he threatened.

She started climbing down, but not before she turned to give him a little scowl. He liked the smile better, even though the scowl made him want to laugh. He didn’t laugh though, his father had taught him not to laugh at people.

She came up really fast. She was good at climbing things, it seemed. He wondered if she used to climb trees.

“Do you have a treehouse at home?” he asked her when she had come on the bunk.

“No, but I’d like to have one. Thumbs-up says it’s dangerous, but I don’t understand why.”

“I have one at home, me and Dad built it ourselves. It was fun, I love that place. Would you come over there sometime?”

“Yeah, sure! I’d love to come over and see the treehouse.”

“Cool. Let’s read the comics now. It’s the Special Edition, just came out! Bought it especially for the journey.”

They started reading the comics, and stayed lost in it till it was time for dinner. The ticket checker had come and gone, but they hadn’t even looked up. They were lost in Batman’s world.

Dinner was served, and the smell seemed especially delicious as they were both so hungry. They climbed down to have the railway feast. Everything was really good, and he felt nice to be able to share it with someone.

At 2300, the first stop came. Kanpur Station, and they could see the platform through the windows that had remained jet black for so long. The silent hustle bustle was fun to watch. The vendors selling tea and coffee, even though it was late at night and nobody would drink tea or coffee. But the people in Kanpur did drink tea and coffee late at night. They were surprised to learn that.

“I think you’d better go to sleep, otherwise you’ll fall asleep the moment you reach Jhilmildi’s house.” His mother said.

He agreed, he was sleepy too, even though he wanted to talk to her. But then he noticed that she had gone to sleep against the window, so he left her there. He climbed up the bunk and saw her sister picking her up while she slept, and put her on the bunk. She was tucked in, and slept peacefully.

He lied awake on the bunk for quite some time, felt the jerk of the train pulling out of Kanpur about five minutes later. He was up, swaying to the rhythmic motion of the train. It was funny how he hadn’t noticed the rhythm before, when he was reading Batman with her. After a while, he finally drifted off to sleep.

He woke up the next morning to see that she was already up. Sitting next to a window, and munching on the salted biscuits.

“Good morning!” he said to her cheerfully. She looked up with a sleepy face, and munched a bit more on the biscuits. Finally, she smiled again and said good morning.

“I want to brush my teeth Dad,” he said

“Ok, let’s go. Wear your shoes first; you don’t want to walk out of here barefoot.”

“Where are we?”

“We crossed Dhanbad. We’re running on time again, I asked the TT in the morning.”

“Bring the paste, bring the paste...” he shouted as the door to the AC compartment was opened and the noise rushed in from outside.

He went outside to brush his teeth. The wash basin was right next to the door, and he could see everything clearly. It was not the same murky view as from inside the AC compartment, even though the noise was very loud.

“What’s the time?” he asked

“9:15, we’re almost about to reach, another forty minutes or so. You’re excited about meeting Jhilmildi?”

He wanted to say yes, but couldn’t as his mouth was filled with the paste foam. So he went on brushing his teeth.

Just as he returned, he saw that she had saved the breadsticks for him. He sat down next to her and started eating them with the soup.

A maalgaadi passed them, carrying big capsules instead of people. She thought it must be medicines for the Hulk, when he got angry. He told her they carried oil, but she couldn’t understand why the Hulk had to take Oil Capsules when he got angry.

They didn’t talk too much that day, they were both very sleepy. The rocking train didn’t suit their sleeping ways too much, and neither of them had much energy in them to talk in the morning. He still liked her though, and was thinking of the previous evening.

At 0955, the train entered Howrah Station. It seemed louder and more crowded than any other station they had seen. Even before the train had completely stopped, they could see the coolies get on the train.

He wore his shoes, she wore her sandals. Then he remembered that he had forgotten the Batman comic book on the bunk. He had to get it; he had still not finished it. He took his shoes off, and climbed the bunk again. He could see her sister fussing with the sandal strap, and talking to her in a low voice. He wondered what she was telling her, and why she was looking so sad again. He wanted her to smile.

He got down, and held the Batman comic book out for her. She looked at him, but didn’t want to take it.

“How are you going to read it if you give it to me?”

“You read it, and then bring it with you when you come to my treehouse. I can take it from you there.”

“Ok, thanks,” she said, and she smiled again.

“Come on son, you don’t want to be the last one left on the train now, do you?” asked his mother.

“You want a piggy back ride till the taxi stand?” her sister was asking her

They got off the train, and got lost in the billowing crowds of Howrah Station. He clutched her breadsticks in his hands, while she held on to the Batman comic book while they walked towards the station exit.

The One

The wind flies all around me
Lifting my hair, setting my soul free
The sun rays set the leaves on fire
It's the feeling that takes me higher

Scan the horizon to find
The Island of your lost dreams
The moonlight caresses your skin
As you listen to the gurgle of streams

The dove circles over my head
Messenger Boy from Heaven
Inviting me to Paradise
Through the pearly gates

But my Eden is on earth
When I have you by my side
Don't ever leave me here
'Coz I've forgotten how to say goodbye...

© 2005 Arnab Majumdar

Nascence Of The Twilight

Drink some water
Empty the barrel
Pump in some bullets
And make it look floral
Shed the skin
Inherited from the snake
'Coz we're in the biz
Of give and take
The hands that shake
Tremble before making the break
Run away when you hear gun shots
Because the night becomes too hot
Sleep no more, stay awake
Whatever may be at stake
'Coz in the darkness, evil strikes
Giving you a tender little lovebite
The graveyard is infested
By spooks who've been berated
And they croud around you
Thoughtfully crying out "Boo"
Take me home now
To you now I bow
My Monsters at home must be hungry
Got to feed them, so they don't get angry
The flimsy missies all wait for a ride
To get in they scratch and bite
So, you see, the night has just begun
Care to join me, and join the fun?

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

The Wild Tranquility

The gentle murmur
Of the divine brook
The feel of dew soaked grass
Gnarled branches that capture a look

An Eagle soars over my head
Guardian Angel for me
Guiding me through
Through the wild tranquility

The mountains loom ahead of me
Seems like they're calling out to me
The chirping of the birds
Squirrels playing hide and seek

The sun falls filtered through the trees
Covering the ground with countless diamonds

I reach out for you
Lend me your hand
And join me here
In this Wild Tranquility

© 2005 Arnab Majumdar


I'm scared to die
Wish I wasn't born at all
And as my life rolls away
I'm hit by the penetrating ray
Look what you've done now
This time I won't take the bow
Fall for you as I always did
I'll claim the prize in the next bid
I find myself in loneliness
In it I look for solace and bliss

I'm scared to die
I swear I dont lie
I dont wanna live
Take away this life that you give
Got a one way ticket to hell
For me tolls the bell
A whiff of winter air
The chill that comes with your stare
The darkness becomes you
In the night's changing hue

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

Untrue Love

Standing alone at the side
I search for Satan's Bride
And as I stare into her eyes
I look for signs of Goodbyes
Venom from the fangs of her ophidian
Run through my veins, pushing me towards oblivion
In the nothingness I'm encased
By her I've been enslaved
I don't like living in the past tense
So senseless, it almost makes sense
Tears of blood now I weep
In the silence I try to sleep
I dont want to be murdered
Through this gate I've been ushered
The mystical mist that is the night
The benign smile that stamps a fright
The anger and wroth seeps deep within
Shadows of this night walk around unseen
The wrecked grin lights up her face
At her loss it shows her grace
I walk hand in hand with her
She steers me as if I'm a cur
I don't think I can take it anymore
Lust for this whore
But it seems to late to leave now
I've been marked for termination now
So I prepare myself to kill the one I love
Fall again as I have done before...

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

Just Another Mortal

Blueprint of my screams
Pave the way to my dreams
The streams twist and turn
Douse the flames as my body burns
The trees sway in delight
As they get a clear insight
Into the perilous me
See me as they never could see
The Noise feeds my Brain
Can't get enough of the strain
Half truths fill my Half Life
Cuts me clean as a knife
I scratch myself till I bleed
It's the hunger that I feed
The pretty smile on your face
My life becomes a perpetual haze
As I hang from the threads of life
My instincts rage on a strife
My body screaming in protest
My lungs long for the harvest
The stupor is a punch in the stomach
It knocks the wind out of me
As I try to gather my wits
I feel as I'm falling down the pits
A place where I don't wanna be
A place not meant for me
Am I condemned to stay here forever?
Lose myself forever?
My destiny was in my hands
But seems I threw it all away
Just 'coz I had been a bonehead
A mortal who could never sway...

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar


Rise and shine
For the glory is thine
Welcome to one and all
This is my Haven
My world
My realm
My fantasy
My reality
I might be God down here
But I might need someone near
Someone to keep me away from peril
To keep me safe from the uncouth Devil
It's a weird feeling
Thrilling as well as chilling
Could you be here with me?
Stay with me, till I'm free?
My hands tremble and shake
As this oath I take
My voice quivers
My heart flutters
The flames eat my brain
I am trampled beneath the train
I seem to be torn from limb to limb
Abandoned and left alone
The needles in me are wanted no more
I had It all in me
But then I scared It, and It left
I long to be the me I was
Good at everything, and highly deft
But I know that's just wishful thinking
The stars above me are still blinking
O, cherubic child, be scared no more
There's no one who can score
The demons you're scared of are dead
The prices for their lives have been paid
So goodnight, sleep tight, little one
Dream your dreams as long as you can...

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

Pawing At Your Fears

Iron Claw...
Encased in a velvet glove
Leading me down to the core
Where you await me, my love
Little child, cry no more
Be afraid no more
It's time to wipe your tears for good
I'll wait with you, hand in hand
Wait for the Day of Reckoning...

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

Blade of Honour

Perfidy follows me around
It seems to be my only friend
I wonder why, I wonder why
I scream and shout as children cry
Silhouetted against your sorrows
Are the fears and horrors of my past
I rest my head on your shoulder
Hoping against hope
That you won't shy away
Leave me here forever to stay
To feast on my darkest hours
To become the nothing
That I used to be
I need to be awake
I need to be free
Free from the hatred
That begins to haunt me
I've been stabbed in the back
I stagger from the wounds
My Calamitous Blood flows down the night
Staining the floor
Of the forgotten corridor
The doors have been closed
The keys have been lost
My soul is now doomed
It's place taken by
The Deathly Blade Of Honour
It craves to kill
My hands tremble with the thrill
To commit the sin of my Dreams
Ressurect myself from the ashes
To become one with
My Blade of Honour

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

Threads Are The Days

The marionettes all fall to the ground
As they hear the Unholy Sound
This seems to be the Devil's Threshold
Corridors of Dark Power, in the Hell's Motel
I can reach out and touch the Evil
It's like a pungent smell in the air
A whisper, a swish of cold, demonic breeze
The cackle to raise your hair
New Age born with a Whimper
My sobs mingled with a Simper
Old Nick smiles at me
Watches me through his mask
I'm not sure whether I can last the night
I savour the wait, this lustful task
The threads of the puppets
Have been cut now
Don't think I'm controlled anymore
It is I who has the control now
The Demons clutter my path
Block my way
Salvation is what I want
Free me of my sins today
But I have been denied again
This pearly throne of felicity
Seems like I am trapped forever
Trapped at this Pinnacle of Infinity

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

Why Me

My Life seems to be leading
Down the road that leads to nowhere
But I wonder halfway down
Will my Demise really set me free?
Will Death give me the freedom
To be the real me?
All Hell is about to be let loose
But I don't wanna be a part of it
A simple thing blown into mammoth proportions
Everything seems to be falling to pieces
Dunno what I'm supposed to do
What I'm supposed to say
I walk around the room, wondering
What part am I supposed to play?
They say that Right always wins over Wrong
But what happens when the Right goes Wrong?
Which side does God Take, I wonder
And what role does Lucifer play
Will someone please help me?
Will someone please set me free?
These thoughts fight in my brain
They struggle to burst through my skull
They leave a gaping hole in my soul
A hole that can be seen on my face
The scavengers swarm in for the feast
They feed on the dying me
As my eyes begin to shut
The last thing I can think is
"Why, oh God, Why Me?"

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

Pinpricks For My Soul

Why search for a pin in a haystack
When all a pin does is prick
'Coz I don't wanna be your voodoo doll no more
Nobody's hide is that thick
All my dreams have got a new bad habit
They turn sour the moment I look away
That's when my demons are let loose
Dunno till when I'll be able to hold them at bay
Sometimes on a dark, dreary night
I sit and think "What's this life for?"
But if my life has no real purpose
Is death truly that much better?
The echoes of my nightmares
Reverberate through the room
Ricochet in my head
Like the pinpricks that I try to avoid
But I get caught in this turmoil
Just can't escape these nightmares
My life becomes a perpetual Roller Coaster ride
Where I'm the only one to be trapped on it
I hope to buy more time from the Devil
But I don't think he's selling any
Can't get out of this hellhole
So now I'm saying my last goodbyes..

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

A New Dawn

The Silence screams at the receding light
Saying its goodbyes to the Aurora
As the darkness settles around me
The gentle peace fills my mind
Carries me away from these reveries
Ensconces me to my doom
I hide in the dark
I hide from the truth
'coz I know the truth hurts
But I must go on
I must walk on
Its not fair to be scared anymore
The pain must be washed away
With these thoughts in my mind
I welcome the new day
As the first rays hit the earth
Anxiety jolts my body
But I know I'll be fine
Because I know I have faith...

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

My Friend The Dusk

The sorrows hung around my neck
Like the wreath of rue
Reflected in my haunted eyes
Is my life's changing hue
In my dreams I fly
I soar as an angel, so high
I don't know about angels,
It's fear that gives men wings
Trapped in this prison of desire
I crave for undesirable things
I die every day
It seems to be
The penance that I must pay
As the Nox trudges on
Sleepily singing her hollow song
I feel intoxicated
By the poison that is the night
I am scared of the stuns
That comes with the morning light
So in the darkness I must dwell
Find my home in this hell...

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

Broken Orbs of Dreams

My dreams lay shattered
My mind in tourmoil
Can't see straight
Can't think sense
Seems like I've been shot
Shot straight through the heart
The blood drips down my wound
Like the hate dripping down my face
I care for her
but does the world care for us?
She's been scarred
An ugly reminder of the wrongs
That she's been through
It follows her around
As a faithful dog
But there's nothing faithful in this
Just a promise to bring her suffering
To laugh at her spite
Sucking her dry
It jests at this lament
It dances to her misery
It feasts on her sorrows
Making her forever jittery
She dwells on her nightmares
Like the incubus that dwells on her
Waiting to sire his child
Beget the demons within...

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar


My life used to be all Black and White
But since you came
It's become colour- coded
Since you came into my life
I've been walking on Clouds
Especially on Cloud # 9
Plans of coming down
They don't exist as of now
These blissful Dreams of mine
Help me to live out my life
Think of you when I'm awake
Dream of you when I'm asleep
Dunno if I'm awake
Or am still dreaming
Guess it doesn't matter
Your face enchants me
Your voice beckons me
To join you in this bewitched forest
A place where dreams come true
A place for lovers
Like me and you...

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

Seeking Darkness

Searching for the bright side of Darkness
The Nightmares become my dreams
In this sanguinary world
I stifle those silent screams
Empty threats and Hollow promises
Make the most of my day
To God I sit and implore
but I reckon
He's not here to stay
I wonder if it's safe to venture
Out in the hostile land
where Mortar Shells have been addressed
To every Woman
And every Man
My life has always been
An Unbalanced equation
An Unfinished tale
I lack the grits to remove
Those taints that haunt me
Those blemishes that Taunt me
Seems like lady luck
is really a hooker
and I'm just a poor boy
Freshly out of cash
Couldn't buy her
Couldn't please her
The Floor becomes a vortex of Green
I spill my Blood and Spleen
I envy the Saints and the Paragons
But as I walk on, I realize
I'm so bad, I'm almost good
And the Saints are all Dead and Gone...

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar


I am trapped
In the dungeon
Of hatred

Angelic Vengeance
Ensnared inside of me
Like a bludgeon
My finest weapon

I had been robed
In the satiny apparel of denial
The deceit clinging to my heart
Lucifer becomes my pal

I now awake
Still the beast I was
The colossal behemoth of your fears
waiting for all these years

I yearn for the encounter
that waits as the lustrous dagger
to drink your vitriolic blood
quench my thirst

Your demise will bring my salvation
I long for your redemption
Let go of the hate
lift the weight off my chest...

© 2004 Arnab Majumdar

Blazing Rhapsody

The searching flame
Imprisoned in your eyes
Like embers
In a dying fire
My funeral pyre
I fall
And dream...

© 1998 Arnab Majumdar
The next few posts are going to be some poems that I had written a long time ago... and which I found again, just a few days back... thought they would fit in here, I hope they do...

Once Upon A Time...

Once upon a time, it rained
The music on the guitar was strained
Little bombs of water from Heaven
Six, or was it Seven...
The water climbed up to the door
Patiently waiting, a little while more
Then it stretched out and knocked
Touched wood, seeped through rock
The middle of the night when the world slept
Once upon a time, when the skies wept...