Our X-mas

Christmas jingle-
Fumes of chill-
Scent of wines-
And a lot more thrill…
The flavour of cake
Rooted berries inside,
When my tongue is wet
My manners subside-
Glowing church with
Candles of wish,
Chorusing of carol
Can’t miss that bliss-
Lighting the holy tree
Bundle of joys,
Camouflaged as Santa
I parcel the toys-
New cards and gifts
A sheer delight,
Yummy roast turkey
That ends the night…

I sleep under my warm quilt-
Lucky socks hang in neighbourhood doors-
Another good morning waiting for tonight’s merry makers-
The footpath momma fails to nurse her child in biting cold-
Poor mother reluctantly tearing a broken lump of pie-
Unblessed kid calm in hunger and X-mas wind,
Perhaps, in his dream he’s waiting
For the colours our Santa will gift…

-littleWriter

(I've penned this one after being deeply inspired by Indrajit Ghosal's poem O Santa! Yes, Indra is a damn good poet. My poem is no match with his "O Santa!" still couldn't refrain myself from posting it)

A Christmas Invitation

Snowfall summoned by Santa’s bell,
White flakes with the hidden trail;
The passive dark curtain at the back-
Honey has the hour come,
Now can we have some talk?

Chill sketched by the frozen breeze,
Look through your window pane
How my burning sin will freeze;
A naked hearth in the arctic land,
A sore getting nursed by frosty sand.

Manly oath under whitewashed oaks-
Rusted by green eyed season,
Fleshless skeleton’s malice jokes;
Fault was that I authorized my head,
Gift I got was the empty bed.

Hush listen to the silent blizzard-
Count those iced up bits of tear
Hiding in the luxury of December air;
Once loved never earns abhorrence,
Today sense of union lost her resilience.

I can’t live sans my vow,
I still feel the lost inferno-
The empty grandeur of Christmas chill
When careless whisper my heart carols;
Honey, say me once the same you feel.
Say me once the same you feel.
Say me once the same you feel.

-littleWriter

My Reminiscence in a Midnight Platform

Clock strikes twelve, smoky anguish prevails;
Impatience grows higher, tranquillity unravels-
Pin drop stillness rules the midnight platform,
Sounds of shoes have faded fulfilling their term.

The dim light of station master’s cabin falls low
To keep me awake waiting for my carriage;
Like other two three heavy-eyed passengers,
Wrapping myself well, I repose by my luggage.

I don’t know where I am now,
Music and melody all around…
Thoughts and pains are strangers,
Euphoria flooding unbound!
Is it the Eden I read in Bible,
Is there the lake of eternal bliss-
Is that tree carrying fruits of wisdom,
Does here blow the healing breeze...
Who stands there by the orchard hub,
In snow white gown like a divine dove-
Yea I know this wingless angel
She’s Suzan, the lady I madly love!
The space smells so passionate,
Infuriated by the enchanting harmony
My throbbing heart wants to be free-
Blizzard of love has sipped my serenity.
Two azure eyes like frolicking ponies
Whose obsession I could never override-
Her ruby lips with charismatic plea…
My longing for a kiss is absurd to hide.
I walk to her to sense the warmth,
To unite our soul in the mystic horizon;
She surrenders her to my comfy dream-
Love stands statue over rolling seasons…
Time fails to tinge her white robe,
Her golden tresses sustain their chaste,
Summer falls short to parch our wet lips,
In wildest tempest we remain embraced.
Eros turns green at our undying love,
Dionysus gets aggravated by its sanctity-
Curse of Menoetius chinks our union and
Loki abducts her revealing Gods’ insanity.
Oh she’s roving away from my reach…
My limbs are immobile under Veles’ hex;
Poor eyes witnessing our separation,
Rolling down teardrops is my only reflex.
The jovial ambience has lost her glow and
Fading with my drifting away lady love-
Lonely I sitting by the pit of darkness,
Alas, Suzan’s ring slipping down its nub!
How can I let our token of love to ebb…
Thousand commitments unfulfilled,
Want back that heavenly season of love-
I dive into the well of time to rebuild.

A shrill noise splashes water to my alcoholic self-
My venture against vindictive time halts abruptly;
Wintry chill is stinging my skin like furious bees,
Train is whistling, I’m a traveller, I’ve to hurry…

The train is speedily cutting through dark subway,
Putting my life in motion, grabbed my effervescence-
No opportunity to revert, to rethink, to volte-face;
Time has won once more snatching my reminiscence.

-littleWriter

Just a Sin

An ominous night betrays-
Silent pitfall at sleeping back-
Whack…
Whimper vanishes in darkness…

A blood sodden bed sheet,
Watch with a beating heart,
No substitute though for the fleshy dead;
Swinging cradle,
The only witness;
There remains his wallet
Containing plastic money
Now plastic in bona fide logic;
A grey scaled blonde pie in it,
Now will be of some business
To the truth hunters.

Here come the officers,
Escorted by beastly barkers-
Trained eyes scanning for traces
On clueless white marble;
Sound of deep breathe echoing;
Every mark and dust has immense value,
Why aren’t they interrogating the cradle?
Am turning dull or insane,
For I know it’s lifeless-
None keen to look for the fled howl of pain,
Free photography was in his luck.

Group smile in professionals’ jaws
Discovery of a fetid condom is the cause;
When none cries over spilt milk
Life is good.

-littleWriter