N.S.P.

I have never read your lips

Like I did, following the moving hand

And eat every words that comes out of them mouth

This voices are echoes that scream

To catch your eye, dramatically flip from right to left

As your hand dance duets on the black board

And words begin to form

With the melody of the movement of the chalk

I counted the number of visible teeth

As your mouth try to reach, that many ears

The pink youth, as you dance on the platform in action.

Trying to look into your eyes as you hold

A sight distracting book, with fondness

How I hate to recognize the love you had with lifeless book. I tore

Don’t even talk about the ‘forward’

I don’t want to know you are consumed by.

You and you Amitav . how I killed!

“Did he deliver to you your first kiss?”

and you beg’d not to be fed with rubbish alphabets

and random words like the unloved.

As if you cry and beg but only look fine.

How you put the spotlight on people

If I was not given, I don’t complain

Make me smile to your unfunny jokes

Totally consumed. Into the lecture:

The Bell killed all the affection and fun

That I thought I had

05/aug/04