Sunday Wordsmiths By Samik Sen

Sunday Palette

1

Like a raindrop on a green leaf
A silent word is lost in the traffic noise
As soon as the word
Like a sapling lifts its head
You have to hasten to the music class…
You surprised me by smashing that word
Like a time-worn tune while crossing the zebra line
With sunshine upon your feet….

2

Culling my pain from pent up rain
I strive to lose, not to gain
But you my love like a bird that flies
Far above the lilies and lies
Have made me a room
Of desire and gloom
And I like a cloudlet
That has lost the sky
Have sunk rather low
And for nothingness cry

3

Teasing out life from the emptiness of the glass
Have fallen from the glory to the mud called mass
I am He says the book
Come to my hut to have a look
I languish in the dreams that cry for rain
And keep on babbling to escape my pain.