Night all & all day,
Day all & all Night,
With you close I wanna stay
& Love you deep & hug you tight…
Year in & year out,
I won’t mind shouting aloud -
“Dear, my love for you is true,
O Dear, I love you…”
By:
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Dolaigaon, Bongaigaon…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
A feeling hiding deep inside -
But you can always find it in my two eyes,
Sit close to me, & zero in
Do try to see the unseen…
Then I’ll shed two heavy streams of tears,
& I’m sure, you’ll wipe them with the tip of your beautiful fingers,
& Then…? I’m done!
The love in my eyes will reach my loved one!!
By:
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Dolaigaon, Bongaigaon…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
Skirt to my toes & blouse to my wrists,
Collar to my ears & a coat to hide my pretty breasts -
It was the poor me some good twelve years back,
Till one damp day, for the third time, I was pathetically raped…
My father I ne’er saw, nor of him ever did I know,
My mother was too unlucky, too poor – everywhere did we owe;
It was the challenged me some tough two years later,
That I decided to end my miseries & live my life better!
Ten years ago it all did happen – it seemed to me a hell,
But today happy I’m – feeling comfortable in a prestigious brothel…!!!
By:
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Dolaigaon, Bongaigaon…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
“He’s a poet, lo & behold,
He thinks he can change the society & world!” –
The proud man laughed at me…
His fellow men mocked at me…
And finally asked me –
“I’ve brain, I’ve memory,
I’ve intelligence, I’ve money,
But what have thee??
You’re nonsense, you poets are selfish,
You criticize, people you can tease,
Well, tell us what you’ve gotta say
Before we kick & force you to leave???”
Then I gazed at the group laughing –
Taunting at me from around, & then encircling,
And than I softly began –
“Nine spiders though each has
Four pairs of useful legs,
They may be totally useless
When the spiders are senseless of dead;
Three-bedded deluxe room is useless,
Even it has,
Five doors & five wide windows,
Nine bathrooms but zero beds at all!
Nine of you stand here now, all around me,
Two eyes each of you have,
But I’ve something else called vision –
The Third eye…at number three; that you don’t possess!”
Now each of them looked at the other,
And then finally at me.
The proud man slowly asked (though now perplexed) –
“What? What do you mean??”
I simply smiled & replied,
“Using my third eye I’ve got more poems to write,
I’m in a hurry, I’m getting late,
Call me up, if you need any help!”
“But…but what’s your contact number??”
The perplexed man asked again (now more confused);
I said:
“I’ve just given you my number”
“But where???”
“Just use ya Third eye, if you’ve…!
Gimme da call when you crack!!!”
By:
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Dolaigaon, Bongaigaon…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
I let my suffering body go loose in deep anguish,
In the twilight hours of a cold December,
Laid my head on an old black stone;
My body inside an open broken coffin,
And kept on groaning & crying under the gulmohor tree…
Years I’ve spent on this beautiful world,
But purity? I’ve ne’er known
Spoilt I beauty, betrayed I trust,
I’ve been a dirty devil till December first…
Now it’s too late, it’s time for me to go,
And it’s only now that I repent,
I’m dying, I’m crying, I’m lying motionless,
But I desire to die pure – at last…
O Sweet Angel, my arms are wide open,
O Good Angel, my lips are wide open,
O Pure Angel, my heart’s still beating, eyes still open,
Hoping to be taken to your warm arms,
Hoping to be refined by your holy kiss,
Hoping to rise again, with the help of your love…
By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Dolaigaon (Mazpara),
Bongaigaon.
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
An early morning street of a bitter-cold winter,
Numerous lips sipping coffee trying to farewell the shiver,
Soft sunrays now touching the old grey hair
Of the poor old man sleeping in the broken footpath there…
One at first, and slowly the second,
The poor man sat and his eyes now wide opened,
His imagination still caught in the frozen hands of sleep,
But He gave him two hands less, and hence, comfort he couldn’t keep…
Passersby come and pass by, from morn to night,
Plenty many looked and plenty many sighed,
At the poor and pathetic sight,
But none ever cared to share with him a little light…
So was he born, and so he lived,
So he spent his days, and so he died…
*
By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College, Bongaigaon, Assam
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
Beautiful butterflies dance so majestically & fly so beautifully,
Heaving up and down like calm and beautiful sea,
Painted colours, joyous movements, beautifully marched up in the sky,
Brings the beautiful image of ‘my’ Butterfly into my eyes!
I’d love to take my Butterfly close to a butterfly,
And ask to look into its innocent pair of pearl-round eyes,
Ask her to sit real close and verify,
If butterflies ever shed a single tear, or ever cry…
The butterflies – I’d love to watch them race up and down,
And touch the final line of the glazing far-off horizon,
But alas! That sight shall ne’er be caught by our vision,
Even though my Butterfly and I keep gazing all the day long…
“So my dear Butterfly, try to be like those wonderful butterflies,
And I promise to help you shine in front of all eyes…!”
Stephen Styris.
B.A 1st year,
Bongaigaon College,
Bongaigaon, Assam
By,
Walking all alone –
Alone with her,
Towards the dearest sea –
The sea of love and understanding…
All love to be in love,
But do all understand –
Understand each other??
But at least two persons well does –
She understands me
And I do her…
By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College, Bongaigaon, Assam,
India…
Like me is the night so dark,
Do illuminate me with your love,
Be my sun, enlighten me like the moon,
Hold me in your arms, & show me the stars…
Tears will then cease to flow,
As the fragrance of your body will lead my way,
The dead night will now start to smile & glow
When under the starlit sky together we two will lay…!
By,
Amrita Mary (Ghy.)
& Stephen Styris (Bngn.),
Assam,
India…
