Again..

Moon, a full one,

Appeared like a glass goblet,

Filled with sparkling white wine..

I sipped little by little..

Got drunk..

Moon my goblet, moon my wine..

This evening in my solitude..

Me and my moonlit sky..

Intoxicated, I lie numb,

Impaired I am now,

To my own feelings..

Only my throat choked,

With the unsaid words,

Words, that I had kept,

Only for you..!

Then I slept,

In a deep slumber..

I passed in time,

Time passed in me..

I dreamt..

I lived in my dream..

I breathed till my reverie lasted..

Now am awake..

Carrying some imprints..

Some crumbs fallen..

From that crispy dream..

Deep within me..

Today too an evening shall come..

Again the moon shall rise..

I shall drink the moon again..

Dream again... live again..

Be in solitude again..

Frozen me shall melt again..!

In solitude !

~Manjuri~

Wild Flower !

A flower that bloomed,
A wild flower,
Hidden from the gardener's eye..
Flourished, unloved, uncared for,
Among the weeds, for a while...
Today it withered, perished,
No traces remain..
Gardener ignorant, unknown,
Flower that he did not see..
In his garden own.. !
A dead wild beauty..
Only the mosses, 
And a few weeds,
Who saw her for a day...
Are sad, in pain..
Tugged in the corner,
In utter dismay !

~Manjuri~

Note To Myself !

Submitted to emptiness,

Given to the void within,

Nothing to hold on,

Nothing to clutch for living...

Soiled is the heart's core,

With memories yet to erase,

Why to hold on? What to hold on?

Questions that soul do raise..

Stampede of many emotions,

Rampage that grips the soul,

When I want to pelt a stone,

And break that shining moon ...

When I want to lay my head,

Onto this earth's muddy lap..

When I want to sleep,

In that mossy doorstep...
Love had come once,
But I could not hold,
It left without taking,
Leaving me richer, manifold..
Now in my unloved hour,
When am alone and void,
I know, all are but illusions fine,
Only, I to myself have cheated !

~Manjuri~

Loving Within !

When heart lives on the edge,

Soul almost vanquished, 
Pulse sinks in its own ticks,
And living languished..

When eyes drowns on its aqua own,
Cheeks pale and blue,
And lips get your name frozen,
Moments searching you in tiniest clue..

When giving awaits with all its gifts,
But taking closes its receiving door,
And when richness gets richer,
By losing all in love no more..

When pain leaves the body numb,
Blood denies to flow in the vein,
When win and lose are but synonyms,
And no difference lies between loss and gain ...

At that moment of some strange living,
When I am anything but me,
In silence, I do realize, each time,
I am loving you, inside me !

~Manjuri~

তুমি কত দূর !

জৈষ্ঠ্য মাসের তপ্ত বেলায়
ক্লান্তি ঘনায় চোখে ,
তোমায় যেন দেখে পাই ,
আবছা মেঘের মাঝে !
ঘুঘুর ডাকে ঘুম ভেঙ্গে যায় ,
যখন উষাকালে ,
সূর্যকিরণ স্নান করে যায় ,
যখন তোমার ভালে !
মুক্ত আলোয় খেলে বেড়ায় ,
যখন তোমার স্বপ্ন ,
ওই মনেরই মাঝে যেন ,
আমার আস্ত ভগ্ন !
সেই দুপুরেই রৌদ্র তাপে ,
যখন ক্লান্তি নামে দেহে ,
তোমার সুরের সুদুর দোলা ,
কাঁপিয়ে তোলে মোর !
দুপুর যখন বিকেল হয়ে ,
আসে আকাশ ছেয়ে ,
তোমার কোলে মাথা রেখে ,
আমি তখনও জেগে !
বিকেল শেষে রাতের অঙ্কে ,
নিদ্রা যখন যাই ,
আমার মাঝে তোমার ছোয়া ,
নিরন্তর তখনও পাই !
গভীর ঘুমে হঠাথ যখন ,
স্বপন ভেঙ্গে চুর ,
চোখের জল বুঝিয়ে দেয় ,
তুমি কত দূর !
~মঞ্জরী~

Still...

Some fragments of myself,
Scattered within you,
Some pieces of broken you,
Still lies within me..
Do come and see..
I have not gathered them,
Nor did I try and mend..
Beautifully we do exist,
In each other's fragment !
You had your share of pain,
I had mine too..
But in my each thought..
I got diffused in you !
Our paths have never crossed,
Nor it awaits an affair..
Yet in its relentless wait,
Days became months, and,
Months long became years..
That road we once took,
To reach each other..
Lies broken, almost like us..
And the eden
In which we once sat,
Holding hands..
Both in love and in regret..
Now sleeps in weeds..
Yet sometimes: when..
Flowers do bloom, and wither..
None thinks of us, none remember...
We are erased from there, forever..
I have noticed, as I pass,  
Crack appeared on the  bench..
Yet the air there is still loaded..
And also are memoirs, trapped in trench !

~Manjuri~

Its Paining Somewhere !

I thought I had lost myself,
In you..
I am nothing... but you..
I thought I was you ..
You was I..
No... no... no..
I was wrong..
Did not realize..
In you.. I never merged..
You called me selfish..
I smiled..
Yes..
True..
In you .. you remain..
In I ... remain I..
Some realizations come late,
Brings pain along ...
Today in tears I wash my soul..
Today in silence I play my song..
If ever I can leave 'myself' behind..
And can exist only for you..
I shall return to you, my love..
Till then.. Its a adieu !

~Manjuri~