War of Words...

Prologue: Diya is a friend of mine from school. She is doing her PhD in the US. When I was in Zurich, when my time zone was closer to hers, we had got engrossed in this game where we had discourses using rhymes (some of them can definitely be called poems). She is settled in the US with her husband.

Diya said...korbi naki ektu rewind?
Anekdin holo I need to refresh my mind!

I said...For long you have marketed silence.
It will take time dear to clear a fog that dense.

Diya said...Dark clouds cover my witty grey cells,
yet I want to make poetry again and ring those good old bells.

I said...
Was it my absence which brought in the clouds dark?
I must admit too that your long absence made me walk alone in the park.

Diya said...I cannot help but agree,
I have missed those ready wits of a supreme degree.
Strange but you flatter me today.
I feel honored to have been missed in a park far far away!

I said...The beauty of distance we have defined.
On a platter of words we have dined.
Night after night we have hit the keys,
and stayed awake as busy bees.

Diya said...How do you frame a picture of words so fine?
I confess I envy you and wish your thoughts were mine!
Looks like this darling bee in a far away land,
needs a few more sleepless nights to retrieve her lost magic wand!

I said...
Appreciation for each other has always been the undertone.
So I say to you, "your words too can move a stone".
It's a web of words we have woven as two souls lone,
but as a single star we have shone.

Diya said...
Good you are back! How are you today?
And how is my lovely Bengal that sits beside a bay?

I said...
I was always there, I never left.
I know in your coffers I am an object of theft.
Bengal is just the way I want it to be, with a blemish here and there,
but I still stand with the strongest conviction that as always, very well it will fare.

Diya said...
I wish I could leave my miseries and despair,
go back to Bengal and do some career-damage repair.
Nothing against you my friend that brought in the shadows of silence.
I had been strangulated by over ambition, subjected to unimaginable bouts of mental violence!

I said...
The variables Get and Want never in an equation fall.
It's spring again, lets usher in the new leaves and make your spirits stand tall.
Just know, for you Bengal has her hands extended,
with which for years you have been tended.

Diya said...
Send some spring vibes to the west.
Let it warm up my frigid soul and put my mind to rest.
I feel so lonesome, helpless and dumb.
At times I wish I could curl up and hide inside Mommy's womb.
I hope someday I stand up tall,
kick my apprehensions and look beyond the wall.

I said...You reside in the flux of my vibes,
but still if you insist, to the dry soul of Stony Brook, I will send across some bribes.
And an albatross in that stretch will play,
which no mariner will ever try to slay.

Diya said...
Grace my sensibilities Shelly, show me the path to thrive,
Show me a "pista de baile", where my words can salsa and jive,
This man here I see , beat his best performance that used to be,
Call it humility, call it surrender, call it whatever you may,
You enrich my soul, forever I shall say!

I said...Wreaths of appreciation become too heavy to carry,
when my lines are so simple and not like you, starry.
I tend to be satisfied if I succeed in hitting home,
when in the Garden of Eden I help you roam.

Diya said...
Alrighty boy! We both lose, you win and I win too!
An evening like this, I had encountered few and all what remains down the memory lane, converge in you!
I wish I could continue,
but tomorrow is a brand new day,
I need to work, such is life's way.
Good night my friend, take care and keep up the smile.
I'll join you in a bit, maybe in another mile!

I said...
It's not about what we win,
just the virginity of our thoughts that we choose to lose over and over again with a grin.
In your company I find my elixir.
An earnest request, from me do not go far.