If I play with …

It was first weekend

Of the second month

1997, she was playing

Under the tree with her parent

Unlikely

It was offside…

At the

Same time

My legs pause the

Motion, eyes lost

The way, heart

Increased

The speed

Mind changed the topic

I felt something

Missing there

In a cage

In a boundary

Like smile

Like enjoyment

Like romance

All together like Love

Likewise I was thinking

At the same place

At the same time

On the same grass

If I play with her…

Sorry friends

Sometime dream comes true

Now she is my wife

We have a child

Playing together at the starting point!

And a child has started watching us over here!!

Anna! One miscall…!

Oh! What a surprised…

Childhood came to close

Just for a miscall

Just for a satisfaction as optimistic being at all…

I couldn’t recall those days and those stages

Unless innocent smiles knocked

Me, very frequently!

Anna! One miscall…

Anna! One miscall…

Anna! One miscall…

Unknown face requested me.

How dare m I?

I was smiling… instead to say, no/yes!

                     … Instead to say!

Perhaps! I was smiling…

I was pretending sincerely

Act like

Childhood still awaiting my response

Awaiting my behavior

Awaiting my sincerity

Later,

Sorry! I don’t have phone.

Ask him, he has. I pointed Dr. Sitaram.

And went out

I hurt I myself

On my own cruelty

But,

There is nothing behind childhood

Nostalgic behavior represents childhood

To stretch their hand towards me

Towards you!

Towards family!

Towards society!

Towards everyone’s childhood!

Expecting a miscall for humanity!!

Anna> Elder brother in the Dravidian Language.

ZEN POEMS

1) The Village finger

Playing with the tea leaves

On the dusty Carpet.

2) Nimble finger slightly

Touching and romancing with the

Youth tea leaf.

3) 2 leaves, 1 awl making

The youth of Darjeeling

Very energetic.

4) Aroma of green gold

Affair with poor hand

Romancing with rich hand.

5) Labor, smile, sweat

Are the flavor of tea

Always experiencing by different Tongue.

6) There will be no taste

In tea, without the smile

Sprinkle in the garden.

7) Very cunning hand, snatched

 The pretty bite from the honesty villagers.

8) Going up coming down

Peshok itself has unique beauty

On the lap of Darjeeling hill.

9) Nearby my home

Falls on Zen, I never influenced

By it.

10) Ever in the millet field

Dove, come to see me,

I appreciate its peace.

11) Preoccupied mind, goes up to the hill

But foothill is awaiting.

12) Tragic death, historic moment

Fly over the consequence.

13) In frigid winter

Darjeeling looks very

Romantic and  pretty.

Do not disappoint me:-(

No matter

What the hell is going on…?

In my Nation, in my Emotion.

Coz, suddenly fluctuate

The blood pressure in the Village.

But, the thing is that,

Do not disappoint me.

I don’t like

The person who disappoint me

Because, I am a kind man and

Wholehearted too.

So, do not bother me

About saying the Nation.

If I angry,

It will lose the temper

If I lost the temper

It will lose the sense.

If I lost the sense

You will treat me as a mad…

And you know that,

Mad can do anything for Existence.

It is reliable and birth right also,

That is why, I am talking about

The Existence of Darjeeling.

Zen Garden

Lovely,

Peaceful and

a very attractive,

Garden for the lover.

Lover who loves the nature,

Who find the love

in everywhere. Come

and sit here on

the floor to

feel the nature.

Just for a while

keep the body,

Soul and Spirit

in the meditation

to make the love,

lovely, peaceful and

a very attractive mind

in the Zen garden.

There is a Nation!

Unique beauty of the nature,

Beside snow field, above the cloud,

There is a nation…Darjeeling.

Up to the hill,

Down to the foothill,

Few slope, more zigzag way to the countryside

Very artistic feature of this nation.

Narrow road towards the town

Muddy path towards the village

Very gentle steps toward the home.

Steps for the home

Paths for the village

Roads for the town

Gracious gift for this nation.

It has green gold

It has white gold and

It has natural gold 

These are the real wealth of this nation.

But, it

Doesn’t make the sense, what the real nation has?

What the real nation doesn’t?

All are diluting

All are mashing

By the fluent words, with the tricky mind.

No such care from u

No such response from u

No such …?...?...?...?...?

No such intimate being a part of the country.

In this matter,

No objection my honor!

But, let me know the answer, if somebody asks me.

Are u Indian?

The Inner Man

How?

Can I make you understand!

Still I am thinking,

Still I am sinking,

Under the traditional value

Whenever, I am fighting for you to feed.

Make you silent

Make you polite

Make you satisfied

Are not only the matters.

The matters

Whoever asking you to live life,

as human being.

Right from the beginning,

Maya, Mane ever plucking the tea leaves,

This has become the tradition in our tea garden.

But Maya, Mane

Never getting much more

Glow on their cheeks,

Never getting smile on lips

Never getting complements on their hand.

How?

Can I make you understand!

Still I am thinking

Still I am sinking

Under the commercial value

Whenever, I am fighting for you to feed.

That only the reason why

See! Others

Feel! Others

And make changes

However, the needs make you deserve.

Break the traditional blindness!

Break the traditional sincerity!

Break the traditional thinking!

Break the traditional value!

These are suppressing you!!