Poems of Darjeeling

Darjeeling Dreams

How can
Non-homogeneous scrawls
Of landslide
Be their epitaph?

And now
When History inside the uterus of struggle
Crawls like a-would-be-extinct
Volcano

You may not know
What do you want
To see
To mean
Exactly



Each eye sees dreams
No matter
How much feasible
The dreams are

Emancipation of sweat
And liberty of profit
Are juxtaposed
By the rulers

Dream-
Lazy fogs over
A dried up cascade

Hope that there is a well
In the desert

Real trusts are still alive
They can’t be burnt
By burning their effigy




Dreams
Are quite simple here
In steep hills of Darjeeling

Rhododendron is Rhododendron here
Though it may mean a lot of things in itself

Hollow pride
And concrete prejudices
Of prowess
Throw chilly powder
In the eyes of history

Songs of sting
Clatter across slogans

Clothes are flags
Now

Fingers plucking tea leaves
Are not trembling
But are screaming silently

World sips their tart scream
With bed tea
Each morn

They pluck their dreams
With each plucked tea leaf

They burn their lean desires
With the coal they throw inside
The engine of Toy Train

Pains are sang by
Alcoholic winds of waiting

Children are going school
Only to unlearn the menace
Known popularly as
Democracy

Dreams are seen
Here
Through
The eyes of
Burning belly

Destination Darjeeling



Destination is crystal clear today
To reach
The land of thunderbolt

Hills embraced by clouds

Skies as blue as our childhood imagination

Song of ambiguity
Is now blowing in the wind
When the policemen march
On the roads
Of silent explosions



Destination is very clear today
To reach the land of
Heritage train
And
Heritage hearts

Land of folklores
And
Innocent ecstasy

To reach
Land of Tea
And
Tears



Destination is clear today
As we head toward cloudy dreams

Where the primitive wishes
Become suburban Cocktail parties

Destination is very clear today
Open your cameras
Your notebooks

What you shall enjoy most
Is the aching joys
Of hills

Come on
Get ready
Sirs
Madams