Evening Thoughts

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving,

I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me,

dawn disrupts me,

all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry,

sniffing the twilight,hunting for you,

for your hot heart,

like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Light from Heaven

colors

Rahul's Observation

“Bideshey thaktey prothom anubhab koree…aaj realise korlam…shabda hochey khanik.. aar nistabdhata chirantan….aar aaj eei paharer shamney….ekta shonalee hawar aabeshey megh jeno onnyo kono prithivir golpo nistabdhey bole jai…kanchunjangar beauty bolar moto dhristata aamar nei….kintu etuku bojhatai hoito shesh jey aami rahul chatterjee eei paharer shamney kotota khudra… .nishproyojon….anubhav koree ek onnyo prithvir chonwa ei shundarer modhey….bisshoyer moddhey……”


(I felt it for the first time abroad, but today it dawned on me, that words are temporary while silence is eternal… today in front of this mountain, entranced by the morning breeze it seems like the clouds are silently telling me stories from another world…I don’t have the arrogance to describe this beauty .. but maybe, it suffices to understand that I, Rahul Chattarjee, am so tiny, so irrelevant, in the divine scheme of things.. I experience the touch of another universe in the middle of this wonder.)

Rig Veda

Let us not suffer for the sin of others,

Oh the cosmic power,

the controller of the universe

May the one, who hurts us,

be the victim of his own designs.