A salty candy

Watch that fleeting sparrow,
Today it is free to flyNot Bound To this unwholesome earth where so much sorrow man finds
Ah! see that, he doesn't cryHe isn't fettered by the human binds
Of love called though DivineYou should know for you printed yourself in my very marrow
You I loved with all that is mineYet you reminded me of the overcast sky
I must say Thanks for you reminded me what I need
I am a man so I can't cry and I am uglySo bound I am by my unwholesome deed
I don't deserve to love you with my fats on me straggly
I am not struck this noon with ungainly heat
But your name carries my every drop of blood yet
My every heartbeat

Apology

Sorry for the inconvenience in the next story. The title is "Love to Lose" but having being unable to understand the blog options and having directly pasted the story from a file, The paragraph differntiations and the title got a bit muddied up. This won't happen in future.

Love to Lose Ahhhh! Another day of college and another day of those boring idiots who call themselves students.....Really all Ajay could wish was that he would escape this ritualistic torture someday. He was fortunately or unfortunately different from the regular teenagers..... Everybody says that I am handsome in a weird way if I only acted normally. Normal What in GOD HELL or anyone else's name do they mean by that. All these idiots giggling like the stupids they are outside the class over singularly humourless jokes thats normal or calling everyone Dude without understanding the racial etymological roots of the word..... Everyone of Ajay's classmates agreed that all Ajay needed was to once fall in Love to be something like "Normal". He didn't really fall in any category, He wasn't the gormless Nerd nor the hunks and neither the reclusive and exponentially violent "Politicians" and this didn't really allow him to mingle.....Well another day of class if it can be called so.One Teacher tries to teach Arts the really proper way they are supposed to all these idiots start shouting too tough.ALL THEY are interested in are manufactured notes to pass the Exam not really understand the beauty of the Literature and the texts I wish I could escape I guess that is why I can only mingle with the Elders or take recluse in books. I can't even imagine flirting with these idiotic plastic doll girls. Ah! my dreams that Beautiful face tthat voluptuous figure that unforgettable sari.............................Ah! Rabindranath's dream of vermillion....................Not these braindead size zerosizes...... Ajay's problem lay in the fact that it was difficult find his so-called dream girl because the variety was truthfully extinct.....Today is the first day of class of the second admission students. Even they seem more comfortable than I am for pity's sake. Two of them are friendless, ofcourse now I realise they are same as me. Great perhaps some company at last. What is that idiot Shubhojit saying????? Shubhojit was the unanimously accepted Dude of the class, funny, courageous, downright handsome and highly strong along with being a great guitar player and good singer and his only bad side was he pulled jokes on everyone. His present target being one of the people marked by Ajay,"Hey Negress Who exiled you from Africa? Or should we call the zoo and inform we have an escaped GOrilla here?", then he started his asthmatic laughter accompanied by all of the sycophanatic class. However, they didn't manage for long for they witnessed something never seen before. Nobody knew Ajay could be so demonically strong. He hauled Shubhojit from the desk to the floor and gone was the woebgone poet to be replaced by a cold and fierce fighter whom the combined strength of the class failed to budge. He made a pulp out of Shubhojit in seconds and stood panting as the rest of the class stood aghast.................................. ... ..The verandah is cooler than the Dean's office. I don't know what came over me.Atleast I am not in too much trouble. The Dean was happy with that paper......what is the bloody name......Oh! whatever...It was in that last seminar in the college. He has left me with a warning and Shubhojit is sent to the Hospital he will be alright............What the hell came over me????? Okay I guess I am getting the right signals.I am in Love and predictably there she comes. I wonder why they were teasing her about her skin colour.Okay she is talking Gotta stand straight..Beautiful face, High cheek bones,Full lips,Full Bosoms,I was never decent anyway, Skin glistening like diamonds in this sunlight, Full Figure strapped in that red sari.God, She is beautiful, Wait a minute Whats she saying,,,,,Yes of course vermillion powder.She is married and has come to drop her sister-in-law,God another skimpy jeans.Where is that hand going,just the cheek,she realises my condition.Atleast I get to kiss her soft palm and envy the one who gets her whole.The verandah doesn't seem to end, Got to go in the bathroom,Can't let others see my tears...Boys don't cry. Atleast after this fateful day Ajay and Shubhojit became the best of friends and he became "Normal" externally to a great extent but his mind remains the same and wasn't it a great poet who had said "The World is a stage and all men and women merely actors". In life we always learn to act and then we find that not all species are extinct and some need to fall in, fall is not the best of words,but in love. There are some however who need to fall in love to lose.Best of Luck Ajay for your college life. Bye Dipanway Maitra

The Mourning

Never shall I forget that whiff of perfume your heavenly scent
Never shall I forget those cherry red lips so passionately delicious
Never shall I forget those enigmatic pools your eyes of nature's colours spent
Never Oh! Never shall I forget that unforgiving night so vagrantly precious
You chucked me off like I was nothing but an obstacle smelly
But Thank You for reminding me I am but fat and ugly

I am no handsome beaux who deserves one so beautiful as you
I am not rich and have no money that I deserve To craddle you
I am not any college hunk nor a personna in people's view
I am certainly not anything then how did I dare to even think of you
You reminded me that I am nothing but a fool
In folly who looked too far and hence fell to Misfortunes tool

You know I still remember that first day I saw you arrive
It was I remember like seeing the sun for you come to earth
I was stunned having seen none so beautiful in my plaintative life
Ah! Misery I knew it awaited me but I joined a queue in which of others there was no dearth
I hated myself tried to stop myself but there was nothing I could do
I was a bloody damn fool so I loved you true

The day I spoke to you first YOU remember that
I was hesitant but determined of mind
There was nothing I could do Like a Goddess in front you sat
I pushed all fear behind
I walked up and asked you of your time
I yet don't know what made you do it but you agreed without brushing me of as slime

Ah! Ectasy the first walk with you our first time together
It was the day I felt I was the luckiest man
The dappled moonlight,the neighbouring heather
The silver sheen,The beautiful empty field, None mattered then
Only you did your almond eyes, your silvered skin
Your raven tresses, their mystic bind, their heavenly scent, the neck so lean
The aquiline nose, The highbrows and sculpted cheeks
I felt You made even heaven's damsels meek
Your beauteous body envied of the creator that made
You seemed to be the track for my life's exorcism laid
Your soft bossoms on which I did lay
I wished them to be Life's foundation, come what may
Perhaps it was the werelight which made us crazy so
For you agreed to make love with this ugly rake beneath you so low
Huh it was ectasy It was heaven to me
The field Valhalla appeared to be
I don't know what was on your mind
To me it was our nuptial bind

I don't know what time passed then
Years, Months or were they days or weeks
How should I know I was in joy's heaven
I don't know how friends I did rebuke or insult in deed
To me Was Then Love the ford my life's rivers did need
You I followed like a dog on leash
Now everyone is happy except me indeed
For you were my oasis in desert vigil from society abolished
But now with you gone I am but dying in a mirage of hate
Of myself of others of all indeed
I am but a spurned lover but I am too late
To apologize to friends whom I spurned in their need
Now I am alone left nothing but myself and my grief and mourn
This loner chooses to die rather than meet with sights forlorn
I choose not remember you using me as a notched sword and thrown
So I mourn alone of everything shorn