Wednesday, 16 May 2018

A prayer to God cannot be waste.

“A prayer to God cannot be waste.”
                  - Dr. M. Thirumeni

When I was on verge of frustration,
Crawling over moratorium on my heart,
Moon is not shining well in the night,
Mind not in conversation with me,
I sat on a red platform of stone Shwasan Kali,
Burning mind like candle glows with amber, 
My mobile phone started ringing,
One voice just uttered one sentence,
“A prayer to God cannot be waste.”
Advice just poured in my ear,
Something would come out from prayer
When I pray to God, and put me
In the realm of fulfillment, sooner or later.
And the voice disappeared instantly.

Tuesday, 15 May 2018


A family has members, and
They are like flowers, protected by
Nearest papaya-tree-trunks, a society
Holding them, as if they are
Mighty scintillating and big hands,
Swinging and dancing in cool breeze,
From childhood to adulthood,
Bounded by walls of home,
Or boundary walls, those are
Usually built by human being,
Spreading to many things,
And this strangeness originates
Livelihood, performing, swimming,
When other members are onlookers, in peace,
Either in the sea, beach being resting place,
Or in the distress, other people spread hands,
For recovery, bringing peace and panacea,
Here lies longing for living in
The ocean or on the ground.

Saturday, 12 May 2018


Art Picture Credit: Shymal Bera 


“…..As God’s will, I am a simple mother, a simple familial partner, not wise enough to guide you all the time, because you are grown enough to be an adult one who is an ample sapphire attaining age of getting married, and you are earning money by dint of your courage, struggle and merit.  

I have real experience of life in my life. We always believe that father is the head and mother is the heart of a family. And I have fought a real war. As a human being I have similar wishes for my life to live with my father and mother, but that did not happen, my mother died earlier, and I felt no attraction to go home, as our family was not at the same mark of other families, yet I have to go for my father, and I share everything with him, a feeling of loss of enjoyment prevailed in my mind when I was young. After that I have got married, and then my situation has been changed.

You has just passed mid 20 year of age, it is right time for getting married. Your father and I want to have one lovely woman in your life. If you don’t get married now, how we can see a lovely woman in your life, and in our family, too. And this young lady will be heart of the total family. Just think one occasion, when your father was sick, we are all him. Ups and downs are always with our life. Still there is dream. Just think who will stand by you in bad situations, when we are running all time with these. And on the other hand, who will stand during your good times, to enrich your happiness. I think a man without wife is only a soldier to lift a lid of skeleton in the battle field. I, as mother, do not want that.  

I will not tell you to think again and again, I wish to share my experience, so far I have contacted different families for negotiations of your marriage, because I think it is our i.e. parent’s duty to get their sons settled with income, marriage, and home. And in such type of negotiations, after getting our information, no one feel the urge to make a return call to us, taking it as matter of courtesy. Even they are highly believer of horoscope, gon, caste, and any one did not make me any return call. Even in a case, someone had asked me about salary at the first chance, and did not call twice.  Someone was not willing to change one’s work place, the groom has to change his working place, someone asked me to know your gon like, Debgon, Norgan, Rakshasgan, and horoscope will be studied.

My son, I am still searching one family who will simply call me in turn and show their interest. Surely the bride will be matching with your status and wishes.

Please don’t hesitate to inform me if you find someone to be your bride of your choice and wishes.

WITH LOVE .........”

Wednesday, 2 May 2018


Everyday news come with photographs those hold news of war, blasts, tears, from places where morning has sequel of smoke, sarin or chlorine gas fomented dreaded paces. Cactus loses its beauty, peeled bags full of bones, tied with yellow grass threads, (although everyone does not want to let everything go with anger and apathy), and bodies of children horribly contorted, lifeless, and wrapped with white papers.  Places are there where sounds of guns roar for decades, followed by another warned moments, and deserted lands, exodus of refugees, more and more and more. No one knows when and where peace will prevail for shake of humanity and other values of life, hope, existence, for constructing gardens where downpour rains, green grass to sprout, no difference between mine and theirs, and we stop fuming up anger, agony and stop seeing human being dead by war and let life go with colors and dream, like flying of kites in delight of lights, in the vast sky, and its darkness is a beauty of wonders, and sky is not an urn full of ashes.    

Monday, 30 April 2018


When my mind burns,
Heart feels pain of many puzzles
Those are tainted with sorrows,
And happened to be fearsome,
Life being not performing
With right actions from
Entities those are pondering
With sections cut by a knife,
Frustrations everywhere,
Remorse it is there not to live,
But to get a death, a chase for
Emancipation, as impediments
Gets stuck around life’s journey,
No dear one near to life.

Then I go to flowers,
They only smile, not knowing,
How they bloom and seasons
Accept them as great creation,
Every time they come and prosper.
Flowers only say, “Smile always.”

But how?

An insect is there to eat away essence.

Tuesday, 24 April 2018


Truth cannot be eroded;
Iron nests in concrete foundation
Choose to be brown, time passed.
Moisture junks on surface,
None has, it is reported, any origin,
Yet living like a king.  
They are picked up for puzzled game,
They do not fond of the coercion,
And they are at moratorium,
Still hope is there:
Truth cannot be eroded.

Sunday, 22 April 2018


A bit of the nature,
A bit of life,
A bit of human touch,
All make light and soul,
A celebration of Earth Day, we follow.