Three budding directors...on the Green Benches...

River Me...

Smooth but with sorrow meander I
Rough but happily bruise I the rocks
Gargling with hope till I finally die
Never looking back to my hidden past

The graceful ice form mountain high
Slowly melt on my modest face
Dripping all the way to my parted toes
Till finally I escape into a silent life

Gently I turn like a slender waist
Playfully trouble I, the sailing rooks
Finding peace in dirt and waste
Never looking back to long gone days

All the grudge and bias carried with me
Along with happy fish, waste and leaves
See I none to accompany me but them
And I slowly escape into a silent spree

At nights with no one else to look
But the heavenly moon reflecting upon me
Ask me if I am its lost cousin on earth
Together we always are, yet so lonely…

On Benches Green…

Away from all in a corner they lay
Painted in green looking forever young
Amusing students in leisure and heat
Passed evergreen so many decades away…

Guitars and songs were always there
Lyrics of love and happiness swayed
Silently did it clap out its lonely heart
Happily engrossing in the daily prayer

Often in heat with ice-creams in hand
Little groups relished in ageless talks
None realizing the value of the silent wood
Never knowing it will desert away as sand

Always so proud the benches have been
So many endless discussions did it hear
Plays, actors, rehearsals saw they all
But little cared anyone for these benches green

And then one day as I passed by them again
A tear of faith, fear and helplessness prevailed
Concrete and bricks on it were sown
The corner promising never to look the same

As a monument it stood silently for so long
Unnoticed by strangers from walks of life
But no more will they amuse students in leisure and heat
It finally perished and will be once long gone…

Kothao shei bhanga ghore

F G
Chera chera megh e abar
F G
Kotha theke ashe tomar
F G
Swapner rong aj-o bheshe?
F G A
Chole gecho dure, kache eshe.
C Em Am
Ki jani aj acho kon deshe?
F G A
Phire eleo, dekha ki hobe r?


F G
Raate din aro dure
F G
Jeno chole jachcho shore
F G
Shei diner bhalobasha
F G A
Aj shudhu baki hotasha
C Em Am
Sriti'r ghor e fele asha,
F G A
Shomai phire pabo ki kore?


F G
Kothao shei bhanga ghore
F G
Ache amader chaya pore
F G
Kono sokaler shesh kotha
F G A
Aj mone pore shudhu betha
C Em Am
purono din guloi shob gatha.
F G A
Bheshe jai sriti'r brishti'r tore...

Never Before

G D
Never before has the rain come
A E
On the earth so well belonged,
G D
Never before did I feel so betrayed
A E
How I survived this death?
C Am F G A
Was a very big mistake...

G D A F/E F C Em Am Dm G D A E

F F
On my soul, on my soul
Dm Dm
Let it pour, let it pour
A# A
Like life never before.
F F
My love has left me
Dm Dm
In the cold, in the cold,
A# A F G A
To never return anymore…

G D
Never before have I sung a song
A E
With rhythms that to death belonged.
G D
Never before have I felt so betrayed…
A E
How I have lived this way
C Am
Keeping my life at stake?

F F
O the storm, o the storm
Dm Dm
Let it blow, Let it blow
A# A
Like time you should flow.
F F
My love has left me
Dm Dm
In the cold, in the cold
A# A
And I am drifting away all alone...

G D
Never before has the rain come so strong
A E
On the earth so well belonged,
G D
And never before I felt so betrayed...
A E
How I survived this death?


F F
On my soul, on my soul
Dm Dm
Let it pour, let it pour
A# A
Like life never before.
F F
My love has le-ft me
Dm Dm
In the cold, in the cold,
A# A
To never return anymore…
A# A F G A
And I am drifting away all alone…

Kirsten Dunst

Srinagar : chapter # 1

The year is 1990 and I am only one and a half years old. We are at the Indira Gandhi International Airport. But I am crying. I am annoyed with the strange gathering of people everywhere. There are odd sounds coming from far and wide, and pleasantly mixing with the swelling ambience. I looked at my mom; she was in a hurry and didn’t entertain me much with the baby talks. But I realized the urgency of the situation perfectly. I tried to divert my mind to something else, but the strange happenings around me didn’t quite help me in doing that!

“The flight is scheduled to take off at 11.30 am” dad spoke out, still struggling with the luggage and the babies, which were my brother and me!
“Okay, but how long will it take to reach Srinagar from here?” my mother asked.
She offered her hand to me, and I happily took her fingers and started playing with them.
“Hmmm…just about an hour and half or so,” he browsed through the brochure “if there is no delay.”

“Wake up darling…its time to get down from the plane” my mother picked me up from my busy sleepy position. I looked around. And then again went back to my happy dream.
“Okay you go on sleeping; only we will enjoy the beautiful scenery outside.” I heard my mother whisper in my ear “how can you sleep so much? You slept away the whole journey!”
I opened my eyes once more. I could see the blue mountains at a distance and I realized that it was a bit cooler out there.
“umm maam…heee…beee” was all that I could utter happily as my mother carried me down the aircraft. I saw a beautiful woman pulling my cheek on the stairs of the craft saying “bye bye, hope you enjoyed the flight” in a weird tone, which seemed baby talk to me! I carelessly smiled at her in return with my almost bare gums.

Dal Lake

Marylin Monroe

Born Again

That was again tempting,
But i said no!
I perspired...i cried a bit…
And touched the trigger for once
All this while i have been dreaming of this,
But don’t know what happened to me now.

My hands didn’t move,
But i wanted them to.
Suddenly i felt two strains in me
Fighting against each other;
Which one is me i wondered?
But there came no answer
I was left wondering…
I felt sick…
Something inside me was about to burst!
I looked down to where my stomach was
I felt dizzy...i lost consciousness...
And then finally i succumbed…

But is it really done...
No beat in my temple, no rush in my veins...
I felt a lot lighter now...
As if i cud fly...
There i was lying with my crimson blood...
All fresh and pure...
But what happened to me now...

"Didn’t u hear the bang?
Didn’t it come from his study?"
"He is dead...oh lord why?"
"Why, oh...let the angels have him now
He was a noble soul”
I stood there still,
Listening to their every word.
Peter and Dew felt terrible for the loss
But i had wronged them all…
Long before they'd forgiven me,
But now i don’t feel sad
On seeing tears in their eyes,
As they loved me, I was their son...

But the son was freed at last
But his soul? What will become of it?
I blinked and felt something warm
Drop on my folded hands…
A tear?
Were souls allowed to cry?
I wondered...
No answer again…

But then as i had expected,
A brilliant light blinding my eyes
Came crashing down from the stars;
It engulfed me within
And into the blue tunnel i found my soul
Treading on the labyrinthine written paths.
I had read them so many times in my mortal life
"No end has it got" some would say
And now...
The whole act i realized was in vain
As i could see another womb
All ready to be born again...

O! sweet childhood

O! Sweet childhood, come over again
Show me the door of your innocence,
Fill all my days with sun and rain,
Please let me not forget those moments!
I pray that I carry your fragrance forever
Until I die, and let me be young and
Help me to love life like a true lover!
For when my days are gone and on my deathbed I lie,
I should see the smiling faces of my childhood
Coz those were the best days of my life!

An Astute Slumber

Imagining about the days to come,
Coming so close and then getting lost,
Losing my way in never trodden turns,
Turning to see what I left in the past.

The ignorant paths curve at their will,
Willing to let me forever follow their run,
Running all day I sweat till it darks,
Darkness is again washed away by the sun.

Circling my way in the sickly maze,
Mazes taking me back to where I was before,
Before realizing anything I suddenly hear,
Hear something like a deafening roar.

Ending faster even than it came,
Coming to meet its premature death,
Death was again blooming with life,
Living I am, only to write my fate…

The Ague

All ends were coming close
As I lay shivering in the awful cold;
The dense dark clouds were laughing but
The rain almost emptied my living soul.

Mother is helpless
Father is doing the rounds,
While I lay breathing in pain with the ague.
Thinking every breath to be now my last,
Hearing unnatural sounds quite ably now
While my wavering body threatening to burst.

I hear the door bell ring
Hoping a doctor will come and save my life,
Yes quite right I am!
There comes he, all dressed in white.

A merciful hand from the sky I felt
As if the touch of god caressing and
Feeling my pulse and putting me to sleep,
With a pat on my forehead
And a needle in my vein,
Freeing me from all, I am almost dead.

Amidst cold silence I woke
Covered in white from head to toe,
There I was being laid in rows of beds
But no one was there to attend the dead.

I died last night in the cold
Unable to bear the pain anymore.
shots of elixir in my blood couldn’t help
The kind man's medicines were in vain.
My soul slept in peace all night,
Ready to escape forever in the happy rain.