Packaged Love


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He has peeked for life in the new mall,
But the price is too high;
Packaged love are sold by glistening brand
Filled with air to last long.

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Smartly Short Tales Collection-#1


Smarttales #1

Water droplets are falling from sheds
from eyes,may be a little salty I fear;
Are bathing the earth,
the sky,
the life,
the ‘road’.


Smart-tales #2

##UNemployment
The boy got the appointment
Of counting stars;
While the near face still laughing
Not having the slip
made of ‘pink’.


Smart-tales #3

The alley is narrow and dark.
perspiration was on her forehead,
Computing every step;
Evaluating the tensed future,
Of dark hands to kill,
shriek of that bird..

(This types of tales are called microtales or tinytales where as few as possible words are use to express a emotion.)

CYCLES


    1

When caroms stroke the board

When he almost had the game in first turn

When I forgot to look at the red

And he said ‘Nanda-lal’;’Nanda-lal’;

And I , giving the angry looks!

Precious moments were passing like a wind

What more to say

What more to say about him, about us…

Words are not enough to express; to celebrate.

    2

When I just couldn’t stay at home in eve

When I rang the cycle-bell under his window

When he peeked from there

Like a just-woken-up nincompoop.

And we had our cycles

And we rule(d) the world

The kings of Haldia

The kings of heart.

   3

Someday, when we’ll grow old

And suns will set,

Smiles-without-teeth will rise;

And we’ll paddle our cycles

Sing our non-rhythmic song;

Through our memory lane

Through our playful alley.

And we won’t stop, won’t stop

Till the sins fall down

And a new moon will rise

And a new us will rise.

©Anirban Nanda

THE COAL


THE BURNING COAL IS EMITTING HOPE;
LOST IN A TREACHEROUS LOOP.
STRUGGELING TO FIRE, TO BE IGNIGHTED,
AND DIMMING BIT BY BIT, WITH EVERY SECOND.
WITH EVERY ICE IN IT;
TRYING TO FINISH ALL IT’S SPIRIT.
ALAS! NOW ITS EXTINGUISHED…
NOW IT HAS NOTHING TO GLORIFY
IT HAS NO C.V. TO SHOW THE WORLD
AND NO-ONE SEEMS TO BE WORRIED;
NONE SEEMS TO BE CARED.
BUT REMEMBER ONE THING—
EVERY COAL IS BORN TO BURN.
EVERY COAL IS BORN TO BE BURNED…

©Anirban Nanda

LOVER PC


1
If I were the boy,
Like the one my screen
Loving the girl named Zerin.
I am the ‘Alienware’
And she is the pink ‘Sony vaio’.
I will send her beautiful screen-saver;
She would sing me a song.
Oh! Her adorable voice;
Let me be your rejoice.
2
May we fall in the same dust-bin
And I’ll kiss her back.
Oh! Her beautiful glossy one
Someone please stop me or I’ll begone.
She will not shiver;
I have my warmth.
She will not cry;
My strong body will hold her
If she dies;
Let me die before her.
3
Whence electrons will rest in peace
When we are of no use to them;
When they will throw us out;
Rain will fall.
And let it rain over me.
We’d not be remembered;
But I will sing for you
I will always be there for you…

©Anirban Nanda