Why?

The question resounds through the hollowness of our minds, rhetorically taunting us over and over again. What gives meaning to barbarism - to utter contempt for the gift of life.

Shomoi

Shomoi-ta budbud
Joto labh toto shud

Anondo morichika
Shotya-ta bibhishika
Shohoj shorol mone
Chokiter alodon

Rastai chaka jam
Chokrete bidhi baam
Ronger pahade jeno
Aguner porichoi

Hothat ghumonto mone
Achomka shihoron
Otiter chaya shudhu
Hoi taar aboron

Swapner haatchani
Mlaan kore shob glani
Okaron ucchashe
Klantir porajoi

Bhobishyoter aasha
Dei tar buke bhasha
Prachiner anginate
Notuner jagoron

Okarone

Prithibita akash chere
Nana ronger chobir phanke
Shunye kono ukti niye
Mukta hoye dhai;
Ja geche tar jabar pala
Phire aashe bhober khela
Sango hobe ratri amar
Shei praate

Memories

Theres no answer in this phoneline
Theres a dancer by the moonlight
The heavens go piping on

The flying white tragedy
That crowds your memories
Is drifting away with the dawn

Red are the herrings that float in the lake
Tingling to the rustle of the wind above
Reaching for a playful song

Thin thread of life hanging bare
The thrill of awakening still in the air
Memories fade but live on

Burden's end

The thrill of unfocussed oblivion
The tentacles spread thru the haze of the mind
Bringing absolution;
Riding the moonlit night of sorrow
A solitary beast struggles forth
Hope gasping thru its breath
The tired fluttering of its giant heart
Giving up to the earth its final warmth.

Cardboard spattered with blood
The musk of the lather, the spoke of the brush
Filtered down as heaven converges;
The destiny of the ‘morrow is assured
Nowhere lies the path but inward
The beginning is nothing but the end foretold.

The cycle grows the memories fade
A faint flicker that was life
Is swallowed in its wake

The brooding tensions denounce
The stark predictions of great moments to come
The futility is to be forgotten
As the wheel of time rolls on.

Trivial pursuit

The pliant purple miracle - of polymorphous shape
The starlit night, that stands agape
The porcupines of grassy veldt
Uncover the raw ravine that held
A thundering thigh - a raven claw
Exposed to the weakness - in the raw
The craven depths of fortune shook
With each passing gelatinous look
The hands they quivered the hips they soared
The thrill of the ocean spent on the floor
The ragged spurs of mountains
The hills around zuiderzee
The abyssinian wrath and frothing
In the cloud that covers me