Vignette

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

Betrayal

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
waiting
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
Burning
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...

The Nightmare

The rain was pounding on the window, and it was this that woke Max. He was scared of the rain, but there was something else that scared him more. The nightmare.

The turning wheel.

The sweat still clung on to his face as he groped around in the dark for his glasses. They were on his bedside table, he knew it.

It was perhaps unreasonable to expect a four-year old boy not to be scared of a nightmare.

So he screamed into the night. Screamed till his parents from the next room came rushing to his aid, screamed till he was safe in his mother's arms, watching his father pace the room. Yes, the wheel can't get him now, not with his father standing guard and his mother's arms around him.

"What happened, Max? Another nightmare?"
His mother's voice warmed him, even when the drenched clothes were sticking to him.
"Yes Ma, the wheel... it was coming again Ma..."
"Shhh... Max its okay. We're here now"
His face got buried in his mother's lap once more.

"Son, you gotta be brave. For me. Can you do that? For your Dad?"
"Yes, Dad. I'm brave", said his mother's lap.
He had to pretend to be brave again. Even if he knew he was scared inside...

A year passed. Max still saw the wheel. It still began to turn sometimes.

He was past the stage of crying into his mother's lap now. Past the stage of pretending to be brave and actually be brave. He was, after all, five years old. One whole hand.

The nightmare returned again. On a summer night, when the windows were thrown wide open, when he was alone at home. The wheel stood motionless, then it turned, slowly, gathering speed...


The doorbell rang. "Mum, Dad, you're back!"

He unlatched the door to find himself staring at his uncle, with a policeman behind him. He could barely see the crashed car behind them, as though it belonged to a different time, a different place.

“Max, you have to be brave. Your parents had an accident. They… they’re not coming back. I’m sorry… you have to be brave Max…”

His Uncle’s hollow voice shook the shattered glass of the broken car. His tears rolled down his cheeks, dampening the “W” of Welcome. The rest were untouched.

The funeral happened the next morning. His parents missed it, as they were sleeping in wooden boxes lined with fluffy pillows.

His mother’s lap looked so comfortable. He wished he could bury into it again.

His father looked brave, even as he slept. He wasn’t scared of the darkness or the tunnel underground.

The wooden boxes swallowed his parents and the earth swallowed the boxes. It was time to return.

He sat in the car, the doors slammed shut. The engine throbbed to life

The wheels turned…