Poems written by Aloke

It Hurts

It Hurts short poem

It is time without weariness you can just cross the threshold: they say it doesn’t hurt. I think it hurts terribly to depart from this half-dream ! A dark cloud drifts by– then happy sunshine comes my love forgets. A

Aka

Aka short poem

I was born with an amulet, my love does not die,it has no birth either. I have thousands of aliases, nicknames galore— I roam in timeless space with assorted bodies. You can see men in dark, so I live in

There Is Another Dream

There Is Another Dream short poem

There is another sky of brighter days where empty heart has its fill, where another beauty glimmers on the blades of grasses. Another sunshine shoots its arrows through the clouds of a new sky. never mind my faded dreams, never

Once Upon A Bridge

Once Upon A Bridge short poem

I stood on the over-bridge, yellow phosphorescence beckons– Round moon like bosom of goddess Venus , nipple for a touch; a lapwing cries over the night. A sudden rustle in the undergrowth awakened the ephemeral days of my youth, fallen

Not Me

Not Me short poem

So much Krisnachura was strewn on the path, we stomped on them, wind was tousling— so sweet, like a lovely woman, musk of wild champak. The perfume reminds me of exquisite palms, deep coiffure and wild dreams of night. Then

Awaiting

Awaiting short poem

Was it hard to die, Arjun, So very hard to die! No songs of battle to soothe your nerves, No memory of dearest love of Krishna and her sons. Breeze blew soft from south sea against morn’s cheeks, conch shells

My Words

My Words short poem

Give the words, the forest and garden, he is in a lonely penitentiary. Have you seen the patio of roses beside the haunted house, a hothouse of wild dreams traveling wide path of island universe. In this fallen twilight, in

A Reincarnation

A Reincarnation short poem

Some restless forests on both sides of the river, the bell of rutting stag echoed down the stream, I dove into naked water forcing and eddying down the hills, my tongue in a foreplay– I touched the delicate breast of

Thunderstorm

Thunderstorm ode

A storm I think, it is coming through– thunderheads in a blind momentum overthrow the stillness, the cars skid and blare, the men skitter, clouds roar Long deep shadow covered life and love lightening flares down to earth kissing the

Crazy Days

Crazy Days short poem

Perhaps I am crazy, I sought the limit of the boundless ocean, I implored the river to stop for a moment to listen to the music of my soul– Perhaps, perhaps Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow there is

Bequeathal

Bequeathal short poem

My boy ! I give you cloudy sky of my youth. I give you my buttonless soiled shirt and lungs full of wonderful laugh ! T give you my desultory jaunts, in the middays of the city and lying on