Sunday, 28 October 2012


Water-wave forms life to occupy the sea,
Travelers put fingers to trace cool flowing in sands,  
Unevenly pressure makes pleasure in beloved eyes, 
Water soaked beach makes prominence of lovers,
 Men and women make rooms, awaiting for love
Comfortable on the earth on the moving sequence,
Love is love, on passage of life's journey, 
Like desire of mountain to touch the sky, 
The blue sky sets our desire on open mirrors,
We are in timely flames in the act of appearance, 
With our approaches, we like to be insider. 
Not willing to disappear from rooms built with prayers. 

Wednesday, 24 October 2012


In the internet flowing of messages, images,
You come in your page and video stream,
With your beauty in valley of thousand likes,
Where from I began singing love songs,
I dig it with your pretty eyes,
And with your loving countenance,
I admire it for long time of wishful messages,
For love and sequences of offering ring,
That I win on my loving whispers,
And your absence, it seems love is done,
Becomes great stealing prisons of love,
With assurances of pains of feeling,
I am in that sense of losing a part of life,
With remembrance of your past presence.
And answers of love are sweetest songs of the earth.

When she bents, I see her back,
Hands covering her breasts, over her shoulders,
She is beautiful, like swimming lady with
Night meditation, a sequence of hair falling,
Upon my eyes, and I can smell loving pleasure,
With her high and low breathing over life
That is the source of loving movements
With fragrance of flower that she uses in perfume,
And her body becomes one source of mingling
In the watery wall of swinging delight,
It is now a message of love and dream of the past.

In search of identity, I am like monsoon cloud,
I look on your face that is like a loving woman,
And it is the sequence of signaling ordeals of light,
With many things of sustaining stories,
And these are the wishful assets of happiness,
Healing touch moving over love and its doctrine,
Flowing away gently, doing nothing on my calling,
I think it is a dream, as if winds of love caught
For a moment, I just get past of snowy living. 

Tuesday, 23 October 2012


This poem is for Mrs. Suchitra Bhowmik

Age by age she passes eighty two years,
With life, having lightness and darkness,
Now she has one friend who is baby
And she is not known for the time being,
As life have fractions on tiny family,
Living far away, with occasional visits,
To the great-grandmother, who is
Perfectly living with existing force,
Yet feeble to recognize her nearest one,
It is like claim and reclaim of time cloak
Over the stage of cell bounding events,

The baby is acquainted with parents
And little with grandmother,
Now renewal for acquainting with
Mother of grandmother is distant aspect,
The baby is bewildered, and cries,
The baby does not rest with her embrace,
Yet it is great energy to hold the baby
With other hand that is known or unknown,
It is the life of creation,
And we all move with the significance,
And the baby is energy of our living,
With passage of time, we are disciples
Of the great creation, we are bounded in. 


The grandson lonely
Moves for what can be
His terms of protection
On the pandal of Goddess Durga
Who mounts on Her pet lion,
In Her legendary win in the war
Along with four children, on Her altar,
And we worship Her for peaceful living
With Her gracious presence
With Her blessing upon us,
She stands for all blessings,
Upon us with our dreams
And Her wining zeal,
With movement of judgment and colors,
With glory and promises,
With glittering light of mind,
From the baby to the old devotee,
Obedient to acquire consciousness,
For defending honest sacrifice,
In the searching of love and peace,
In the battle of good and evil,
On the long way of perfectness
Of becoming well being,
For living with peace and happiness.

Sunday, 21 October 2012


She wants
A realm of love
On a fantastic term,
Sharing moments
With someone,
Very careful
Like winter dew
Standing high on
Grass leaves
Conflicting with the sun,
It is term of love,
To live with
Loving sun,
And the sun is creator
Of warmth of love
To engulf its love
On the blasting surface,
With helium on burn,
The nature revolves
Around the light and term.

She wants a home,
With a new window
That can pass light
Through its wings,
With lips kissed,
Close to body touching,
In body moisture,
Over time and again,
Sensing time’s need,
With life and loving feed
For another journey
With delight of awakening.

Saturday, 20 October 2012


Blissful eyes,
Her valiant looks on war field,
With more motherly flair. 


Join with us,
Time of worship,
Mother Goddess
On Her way
To the earth,
Lotus virtues,
So joyously
So womanly,
So motherly,
So valiantly,
With Her grandeur,
Full of Her blessings.
Let us pray good wishes
To live peacefully, happily,
With Her divine delight. 

Wednesday, 17 October 2012


You look direct to the earth,
You look direct to the evil,
You look direct to the celestial ambiance,
You look direct to future of the earth.

You are feminine power
Your eyes are dazzling with rightful vision,
Yet your eyes are cool with motherly feeling,
You are the nature eminent with devotion.

When you turn towards evils, you hold weapons,
Rudra's trident, Vishnu's discus,
Indra's thunderbolt, Brahma's kamandalu,
Kuber's Ratnahar, and more.

The goddess of the earth, the great reverence
You do hold; more, more you slay Asuras,  
Madhu, Kaitabha, and Sumba and Nisumba
And Mahishasura, and you are maker of Asuras’ grave.

All we worship you, our only love, to love you,
We all serve you, all serving people we are.
Our prayer is delivered on your honor,
On every walk of hard ways of existence.

You come to protect us from fearful demons,
You are the rescuer from all ills of life,
You are mother;   you come on this earth,
Resting on lion’s shoulders, along with four children.

The sky is blue, and clouds are white, flowing,
And drums are tuned and played in completeness,
We feel the dew’s feeling in mind,
All are beautiful and new with your arrival.

All homes are in mirth with your coming here,
Charming autumn has melted in colorful spirits,
We are all faithful in worshiping you,
With Seuli flowers’ sweetened fragrance all around.

We love you, sweet Mother Goddess, not forget you,
While the earth’s turbulent bearing does come upon us,
No ill desire or hope does conquer upon our heart,
Hope for peaceful living, blissful desire bestows upon us. 

Let these golden days stay in our life, with hope and shine,
Generation after generation we do hold the blissful endeavor,
With glittering aspects of Mother Goddess, Devi Durga,
Let us take dip in Her divine beauty of life and world with her blessings.  

Monday, 15 October 2012


This year I get in touch
Of the place of devoting for blessings,
Of Goddess Mother, Devi Durga,
Feminine supremacy upon the universe,
Upon the people of the earth,
And I have the faith in beauty,
That our gracious Mother does come
From Heavenly abode for peace and wellness,
I am enlightened by shining of beautiful mother,
And I feel the courage to hold love of life,
Time and again, on getting relief,
The glorious way She gives to her devotees,
All prayers are for glittering beauty of life,
Hope, highest bliss, peace and love.


Picture Credit: 
Debajyoti Biswas

Sunday, 14 October 2012


One hundred one windows,
Light coming out from famous building,
There are rumors, affluent mouths, and
Massage parlors, and a swimming pool,
Design Empire of locality is landmark to locate streets.
And behind the building, no light is there,
The lane behind the street as if dark day on the ground,
It is one ancient lane of secrets of living.

There is another life behind the street,
Always it is at dusk, light is gloomy,
All crowded workers living, serving others,
People here do live, they buy essentials at one small shop
And there only an electric bulb gives slanting light.
It is here with hundred years of history,
Everyone is here careful while walking on road,
Street dogs bark if strangers come to find someone.

The shop owner is young man sitting with bare body exposing,
He is smiling always to serve people, who buy groceries.
Small quantity of cosmetics is there for younger people,
Flamboyance is here reduced to daily needs,
On query he says, “I am ignorant of wealthy visage,
I am bearer of ancient ethics of my forefathers,
I know I have now to take risk of lending commodities,
To all people who come here to buy things of their needs.”

He puts one placard on the wall of his shop,
“Selling items on credit is my living,
No hiding ecstasy does relate to me.
Turnover of my business is limited to needs of living.
Please pay me when you can afford to pay the price.”

Saturday, 13 October 2012

My Poem This Picture Contest: FLOWERS

Here is my poem This Picture Contest: July / August 31, 2012
at Sketchbook,  A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms


Here is my Haiku thread : July / August 31, 2012
at Sketchbook,  A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms

My Haiku thread serials

# 16

# 78

# 80

# 82

at The following thirty-three poets from eleven countries have contributed 172 Haiku to the July / August 31, 2012-43 "vegetable(s)Haiku Thread


Here is my poems,  at SSH 4 Contest: July / August 31 
at Sketchbook,  A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms

Fourteen haijin from seven countries contributed haiku to SSH 4

Contestant No. 06: Asim Kumar Paul, IN 

Thursday, 11 October 2012

Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: DRAMAS AND FREEDOM

                                       Tropical Toxic Art Illustrated By Asaf and Tomer Hanuka

                                     Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom

On marching towards
Hundreds of ways of conflicts,
To the gates of war and death,
To the hate factor with songs,
Flowers are deemed humorous,
For a little longer, thinking of freedom,
Hope is there for different protests,
The image is bright, it is a drama. 

Tuesday, 9 October 2012


We are souls
Moving in mysterious ways,
We are souls
Of a nation, tears coming out,
Floating between
Board meeting and
Living in hanging,
Caught in uphill task
That we cannot make viable
For our rescue for better substance
For our existence, as we are
Bereft of sanctity,
And in fractures,
We have no purpose
Or dream,
Love is now a defect,
It is in missing segments,
As souls of distant
State of being is in cells
Disabled us to move in array,
Blood is pouring out.  

Monday, 8 October 2012


In all seasons of my life,
I have traveled a long way,
To hold loving delight,
In my mind, in my folding of arms,
The touching of very beauty,
That will have essence to tell me
About the score of life, and
Sweet spells of the life and the moment,
Drifting tide in my veins,
On its way to my heart,
The very enthralls of my feeling,
That I can hold and give security,
It is way of my loving sacrifice for her.

Like a flower she comes,
Respiration does hold the charm,
I only try to say,
“Pretty things are for adoration,
And accepting it is like
Dissolving in love, when mind is
Eager to meditate in its liberation.”
She then equips her beauty
To hold me in deep of her beating heart,
It is like dissolving in sensation,
I mingle with moves of realization,
It is her love that is my delight. 

Note: This poem first published in Creative Outlet Ventures
on a discussion of my poem, ON BEATING OF DRUMS in 

Friday, 5 October 2012


I am not a poet in poetry survey,
I am in dispute, for writing poetry,
From the avenues of life to center of thought,
I am common of commons on receiving solitude,
As I have nothing to offer -
I cannot offer charms,
I cannot offer dreams,
I cannot offer social justice or support,
I cannot bring hope in my words,
I cannot make resonance in word-rhythm,
I cannot make sweet music on prosody,
I cannot move one in enjoyment, in sense of love,
I cannot make a journey as a little jewel,
That holds the tameness for reading my poem,
Yet I write to hold my acquaintance
With the world that is divine on its love
For what exists on its surface as object,
And I want to learn from every object,
I want to cheer existence of all objects here,
And I want to find my way to word in word,
Those are new to me, and I do not hear earlier,
As everything on this earth
Supremely exists, even in loneliness.

Thursday, 4 October 2012


My little grandson wants to catch sun-rays,
I feel seeing it a lot of fun,
My query is not like that of little one,
My feet want to control the baby on run.

His little fingers move in light
He cannot hold it on the right,
I am still chasing around his crawling,
And to protect him I run close to him.

With eagerness he looks at sun-rays

Falling upon floor through window,
He has to wait for many days,
To grow up to know the way.

Long way on his great curiosity,
He smiles and tries to hold rays,
As if these are solid objects,
My funny things are his curiosity.

I think sunlight is his gracious vision,
Little things are so important on our life,
His little hands want to rein the existence.    


You with blushing smiles,
Do come on your planned way,
Mingled with wild ethos
Those get change on the grace,
On a day in winter season,
Snow yet to fall on yellow surface
Of the earth, enriched in random choice,
I live with this dream.

You come on my way,
To ask me what I want
On the feather skin, soft like melting dew,
On grass, hands on the shore,
To hold your chin to look into your eyes,
And then ride on oceanic mystery,
Wind and swing of words,
Will bring waterfall on secret charms,

And I will mingle in your bloom,
Careful in your pursuits,
Moving me in your touch,
On the vast exploration of the earth,
Expression can build the expectation.
It gives me tide
That opens the window of love,
The speech of life begins in syllables.             

Wednesday, 3 October 2012


I run on faults,
I have come a long way,
I know I have to run,
And effortlessly I have to understand,
The bearing of simmering burden
On my back,
To reach to the sea
That is my aim,
That is meant for me,
And time brings conclusion
To live on sharp razor-edge,
Smell on smell
Word on word
With body in pain,
Over fire of speeches
Delivered by others,
Who are making differences,
Between common and uncommon,
Between reality and dream,
And I think of my faults,
As generality of living
For my life and destiny. 

Monday, 1 October 2012


Phone in shades of color
With aluminum backing
Or plastic-rubber casing,
With touch screen
Is now essential for talking
Hello in the morning,
Far from countries across boundaries,
And we sit on communicative world,
Vibrant as a galaxy over sound around life,
We are moving talking on talking,
Stirring the wave in the air,
Through aptitude of our innovations.

Amazing things are cameras
With Wi-Fi stream that moves
Cloud to cloud to show pictures
On realm of eyes over our life,
That is enlightened with imaging perception,
Over human existence
With the life and the nature,
With images running before eyes,
Eager to learn for gallants and fancies
Of our creation and participation
With reflections of life,
Inclined mainly on photographic treasures.

And in the very existence
Internet has prudently creates
Connections over interpretations of life,
And continues to find time, and ensuing events
From pictures of our primary activities,
To the world of knowledge and messages,
Like funny things as consumers,
Giving the earth’s grace,
That is filled with happy or angry reflections
And we move about our forms and contents,
With which we move over ages and pursuits.
We are living now in websites and on line consumption.