I just wish to see your face tonight Watch you glow when you brush your lush curls In your bath towel Wish to drown in the cadence of your voice As you dig into your guitar And dance like we are seventeen I just wish to melt in your private moments Steal a piece of your heartache And write a song about it
Featured Artwork: IN THE LILAC HAT by Lana Khavronenko
My pet butterfly pooped on my collarbone in the color of hollow rainbow while I was underwater dreaming about finding a puppy in ten thousand different trashcans that smelled like marshmallow-unicorn frappuccino. And I can’t remember what the fuck I was smoking.
Featured Artwork: FIFTH ELEMENT, 2015 by Micheal Cheval
OK, so this one is a bit cringey. It’s such an immature, gooey mess, that I never thought of publishing it…ever. I wrote this on a lazy, winter afternoon back in 2012 during my film school in Prague, when I met an extremely beautiful person, inside and outside, and had a brief but endearing friendship.
Years passed by. My writing changed, hopefully for betterment. This poem stayed buried in the cold dampness of my old notebook. However, as life would have it, I would meet her again, this time in early 2018 and things seemed to be much more resolute, much more concrete this time around. Since then I have written quite a lot for her and she loves them all.
Last year on Valentine’s Day I was with her and we watched LOVING VINCENT (biopic of our favorite artist) and then went on to dance the night away in our favorite night club in Prague. This year however I could not be in Prague due to some professional commitments. So I sent her a bouquet of rose and this long lost, childish poem that I wrote for her back in 2012. She was elated.
I feel the poem has gained some importance, at least in our tiny little universe. Hence I am sharing it on this platform, warts and all. If it makes you cringe, laugh or roll your eyes, I would understand 🙂
Happy Valentine’s Day, world.
The way you slept off on my shoulder On the bus ride to Neverland, The clouds came by to look at you, The sun came by to kiss your hand.
You made me lose my senses that day,
You made me feel the love that night,
You made me yours forever and ever,
And we made love till the morning light.
We didn’t have much money back then,
We didn’t care for the worldly things.
With wind in our hair we rode the lightning,
We were the fairytale kings and queens.
We played dice with the devil, We proved the fortune-tellers wrong, We took a vow by the bonfire To be together for everlong.
So here I send you my heart and soul
Serenading this little love song
Come let me love you by the rainbow
For today, tonight and tomorrows to come.
We haven’t died till this day – And yet a few scenes are born: Moheen’s horses graze the pasture in autumn moon; Like stone-age horses – They still graze the ugly dynamo of Earth For the greed of grass.
A crowded night-air brings the smell of a stable; Wailings of melancholy grass gently fall from steel machines. Teacups, like sleepy kittens in a hazy grip of a wounded dog, Tremble away in mist Towards the roadside motel. The paraffin lamp in the stable Goes out with an anxious whiff of time Touching the gleaming moonlight In the neolithic silence of the horses.
Original poem: GHORA by Jibonanondo Das [ This is an original English translation of my favorite Bengali poem GHORA (Horse) by my all time favorite poet Jibonanondo Das. ]
Featured Artwork: FIVE HORSES, 1970 by M.F. Husain
Many moons ago On my way to faraway lands In search of a few rose-tinted dreams I walked the streets of Prague When, on a fateful night In a corner of this medieval town On an old ornate mirror I saw her face Time stopped A storm brewed inside me And then all of a sudden Before I knew it She was gone like a mirage
I have been waiting
In a drunken daze
In front of that mirror
Come rain, come shine
Just for a chance
A second chance
To catch a glimpse of
Her elfin face
I faded to oblivion
I died many deaths
But tonight is a blue moon
For tonight, out of nowhere
A whiff of perfume
Woke me from my stupor
And I saw her
Looking back at me
My eyes fell off from my face
She laughed at my clumsy
Her voice melted like butter
And as she brushed her brown locks
Off her face
She offered me her hand,
‘My name is Tereza,
Featured Artwork: REVEAL by Carole Choucair Oueijan (Mosaic artwork)
Last night I met you in a dream We were making love Riding on a sick bass line Your face was so close I could count your eyelashes And all I could think was How beautiful you were Right then You opened your eyes And I saw death Staring at me With a hideous wrath of vengeance They say In the wild It’s the male who is the strongest But on a lover’s bed The male is just a pawn To be sacrificed in a battlefield
Featured Artwork: JUDITH SLAYING HOLOFERNES, c. 1620 by Artemisia Gentileschi