Maa, I can't sleep

Maa, I can’t sleep.

A pain crawls up my spine, the loneliness shouts aloud

And the abrupt commotions in my head

Keep me from closing my eyes,

Keep me from peace

Maa, I can’t sleep,

The bulb on the wall flickers,

I turn it off and it’s too dark around,

Fear rides my nerves

And I am awake all night,

Remembering my deeds and my sins.

Maa I can’t sleep,

The dark lids of my eyes

Have imprinted her face; she smiles

And reminds me of the good old times.

But I broke her twice, all the way down;

And so I can’t sleep.

Maa, for my lost love and her broken heart

I can’t sleep.

Eyes

I never can look into your eyes again,

Those serene and drowsy eyes

That asked the brain, to wear a smile;

Big and dark eyes,

They once left me stunned for awhile

I never can look into your eyes again,

Those falling and rising eyes

That spoke of the buried ache;

Restless and wandering eyes,

They shone like the moon on the lonely lake

I never can look into your eyes again,

Those angry and revolting eyes

That showed me the end of our time;

Oblivious and eluding eyes

They no more pine

The Lost Home

I lost my home,

A home that was not mine;

A sweet and lovely home

A home so bright

The September breeze brought me there,

From a far distant land;

It took time to fall in love

With the home even loved by the ants

The day was her friend and the night was her wine,

Which I spilled on her womb

In the blue winter shine;

And which gave birth to warmth and rhyme

Her tainted, distorted skin showed

She was not a maiden, on them

Lovers of the past lay their marks;

The jealous me roared, “She must be washed”

So the days passed me by

As I groomed her white,

She smiled and embraced me with love;

Her arms, perfumed and bright

But soon came the summer and I am away

Lone she was left behind,

Frantic for her face I came back running,

But in her arms a new lover I could find

I lost my home

A home that was never mine.

My night and I

Since long, I am colored yellow;

Hanging from the sun, I make a girl smile

And her black eyes remind me of night

For years I have been so busy,

I have been to places at the same time,

Here and there, grey and white,

I think I have lost myself

In her hope and her celebration

I hate when the Sun shines for long,

My tired eyes have always looked

For the lady who shines in black;

My head aches and I need her shoulder

And I weep bright

But yet she is nowhere to see

I have seen bleeding knees and wet eyes

And leaves going dry

And so I seek for my night

To make my sorrows blind

-          Shouvik Rryan Roy