Unplugged…. the remnants of my love

Arindam Moulick

Of trying to find

  A difference between right and wrong

I have wrestled with the huge tides

  Of my silent lips for so long.

What possible resentment

Can repulse my constricted heart?

My love for her remains unrequited

  And my feelings unredeemed.

I have turned into a perennial nomad…

  Fond memories of mine have gone mad.

All the candid pictures of mine…

  Slipped into a bottle of sordid wine…

You say that you paint dear.

  Can you really paint fear?

Paint if you can paint my love.

Paint if you can paint the shine

  Of a treasure trove.

Paint the earnestness with which I speak.

Paint the dingy horizons

  Of a demonic creak!

Try and discover me now.

Relish the madness of my vow.

Look at me my love here;

 Come in the real name of love.

Play again the eternal harp of love

  And harvest the fruits

  Of guiltless love.
Do not bestrew me like this;

  Time is running out

  For our marital bliss!

Rekindle the showers of faith and trust.

Recolour the lost portrait of love

  If you must.

I got bewitched when thy smile

  Ripped through me.

How can I bear that irreparable loss?

  Will you please tell me?

When in the hand of the other man

  You laid your fingers ten,

I have unplugged the chord

  Of my heart since then!

By Arindam Moulick

- Written on 2 February 1998

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Rats and Mice

Arindam Moulick

Day in and day out,

Rats and mice together shout.

You will hop skip and jump in fear;

Catch them if you can dear!

Oh! It’s so hard to shoo them away.

Are they going out anyway?

A fat rat will say ‘No!’

You will kiss its tail and bow.

Do not think twice

To kill rats and mice

Lay them sweet poisoned nuts

And watch them lose their guts.

Not an easy task to kill;

You will be put on a physical drill.

Rats and mice are a menace;

You will find them fighting on a terrace

Peep into its palatial hole,

You will find a big fat mole!

By Arindam Moulick

- Written on 1 July 1996

- First published in the children's column called Poet's Corner in the Deccan Chronicle in 1996.

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