The Footpaths and the dark subways
Signals coming across on the ways
Twirling maggots under street lights
Bulls and their fights
Godowns with mice and rats
Monuments with moving bats
Cinema posters with slogans and manifestos
Smiling mansions with asbestos
Barking dogs, agony of suffocated huts
Noise of horns, nightclubs with *****
Ferryghats with fishermen
Turmoil of sleeplessness

Birds fly through
With fluttering wings to prove
Their mighty expedition
And proposition
But my solitude is in flood
The darkness of my blood
The salty taste of my tears
Flow in fear
Pain throbs in my lean veins

Kissing the bounds of love
Searching for it from heart and above
Missing the mounds of affection
Which once lasted whole in perfection
Suddenly losing the clutch
I  keep bothering much
Mind since then is quite alert
Finding the heart becoming a sad desert
Trying to find  a shade under a tree

Over ****** stretches of water
Under the perennial shower
Strange geese as if fly
Making one look at the sky
Their tenderness creating friendship
As if they breath softly even in hardship
A heart beat of their hooves
Felt in the sands

After closing the door
Keeping myself indoor
As it wasdrizzling
And to move out, i was unwilling
I sat down to write a poem
Thin wind was blowing
Evening was not glowing
There was no light outside
But bat's movement was wide
A bicycle along with a boy was seen
Near the vacant tree standing serene
As I started writing the poem
No breeze blowed
No bicycle was found
No boy was seen

Amidst the loved ones
Accompanied by goods
Who filled the platforms
A father cradling six months old
******* its finger bold
Longingly stood
Wearing a hood
Another person smoked gulped spittle
Third man paced restless as if brittle
It was past one'oclock
Then came the thunder with rumble
Iron shattering and the whistling train