Voice

Tension griped in a voice
I heard it twice or thrice 
It went to me like a choice 
What to do how to do
And y not to do
It said to me with a noise

But he is only one no choice
My legs went for action
But returned back with no reaction
My soul was jumping with a thrust
With a rocket propelled in a shed

May be he went away to get his life
Leaving me in the backyard of his life
It’s me who made tension in a voice
May be my voice would be confronting for him’
But it has no sense with the fact of life

Or he might be went away 
With that smiling bay
Which I always sensed 
In his every day
He loved that beauty
He loved that soul
For which he can led
Rest part of the world
I hope he might be fine somewhere
But where is that somewhere?

Bullshit say every one

The voice went to me again 
With high ambience in her tone
Some facts of fear run over by me
Again and again 
With the darkness of night
Which will end with the morning light

Weather he is suffering 
With no strength in his voice
To call at ones
From that bed of red light

I am coming my friend
In this darkness of night
In that pool of light
Wear u r Laing 
With no sense in u r voice 

I had done something to get u one’s
But my effort was worthless
Because u came back 
Like a tortoise 
Who won the race without any choice

After hearing u r voice
I again sensed what is life
The ignition of my rocket
Disappeared like dead socket
And went away without any back up

But here I sensed the power of blood
It was boiling with anxiety and fear 
Just to see u ones
And want to end this fire 
With each trespass of the seconds……..

To my dear friend SRK who was missing for a while
And the voice was her sister she was worrying for him…

Hari Das