do I ever steal ?

do I ever steal
into your stolen thoughts?!

as you often obsess
my obsessions

and chase my fantasies!
which take flight -
shamed by the raging passions-

beyond emotion
beyond sensibility
beyond sensuality

Over a cup of irani tea
in a decrepit old parsi restaurant
I sit and wonder


(c)Atanu Prasad Sarma

Silent Prayer

Amongst the ruins
Of the past and present
the reborn Lama had dared
to Solicit the future
Aided by silent prayers
That flutters in the wind

Amongst the dreams that
Fade fast
Away from the future
That recede into the past

abandoned by Idols and
Deities that had bidden bye
to the Orphaned Dreams...
that, I thought, we together dreamt

Dreams of bliss
that I held Dear
and you Discarded

I await the monsoon still
- Unaided by silent prayers
that fluttered in the wind –
Wetted by unmindful tears

Atanu Prasad Sarma

© Atanu Prasad Sarma
30th Aug 2009