Amitava Nag, a
software engineer by profession, has been writing on films
since his college days and edits the
bi-lingual film magazine Silhouette.
Amitava expresses his viewpoints through poems and short stories
in Bengali and English. His works have
been published in several web magazines and little magazines. Amitava resides in Kolkata and dreams of
making a film
some day in the
future
All lines in this route are busy
The sky above speckles up
Rainbow confetti
- the young Sun
Smiles from the corner,
The shadow leaves to wander the city's nook.
I switch off my cell phone,
The drumming of the shy leaves
Resonate the stillness
- of our reflection
The way I left it.
Decades follow centuries
In sly forgetfulness, and
I gather the dust of collective memory
-
Yours , mine and the children of loveless languor.
Ma

I fear their smell
They sit back and look at me
I fear their shape
Their shadows get bigger on my wall
I fear their voice
They speak of their death,
I cry
- Ma,
And she waves and she waves
She closes the window
She opens the window
She lifts me and
I look out - of her,
For her
And she weaves and she weaves,
She weaves forever.
Forget me not
She lifts her up
And walks out -
Its dark there and I stare
The monitor glows,
And blinks and I wait .
I wait longer than her breath
As she whimpers "Forget me not"

For, get me not?
I search her through the
Google search pile, peeking at
Every window of the city
Every alley of the virtual suburb
Every corner of the frozen mind,
Where is the axe? I wonder and
Sleep through the entire night
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