Poems by- Alak Acharja

She has never been existed

Your existence is like a river
Or, the breeze coming through the windows
Whenever, I wish to touch you once
You go far away and so far and never back
You’re far away-
You’ve never been existed.
Your eyes are covered with drop
I dream I will touch your chin
I raise my hand and see that you are not there
Or you have never been.
But it’s wrong – I forget
Your existence is a drop of dissatisfaction
Who has no love to touch?
She’s really nowhere to be found
Maybe she never was.

Forbidden Lane

Forbidden alley doors is
Open today to everyone
Signboards are hanging on the wall.
Under the street light
In the heart of a city plunged
Into darkness; That is the sound of sighing
I extend my hand; that was not sighing
Curse. If you walk through the forbidden lane
That holy darkness begins

The burden of the curse rises every day

Mother’s face on sky

Ashwin’s sky is my mother’s face
I see, white clouds float
The midday sun, floating in the waves of the Padma
The crowd of water hyacinths;
Comes back to the field
Some birds flew in the open sky.
That faces floats on the sky
I return home,
The stars crowd; in the fireflies light
Ashwin’s sky lit up
That sky is my mother’s face.