THE NATURE PREPARES TO GREET MOTHER DURGA

Before Her majestic arrival on the earth

The nature captures diversity in paddy

Cultivation, the blue sky filled with spongy

White clouds, and a little Kashful, those make

The way for preparation today before Devi Durga’s

Familial Mahalaya as mother this autumn. 

COVER PAGE OF MY FIFTH POETRY BOOK ON RAIN, PUBLICATION DATE STILL UNKNOWN

Note: Cover page has been changed and it is in the YouTube at the link
          http://youtu.be/alzLTtAyP94 

WITHOUT FOOD WE CANNOT DREAM

Those are cultivators

Sowing sprouted paddy seeds

In watery ploughed field,

They will work till 4 PM.

I am moving in a bus

That is speeding high,  

Villages, cultivate meadows,

Electrical lines pass along.

Busy work in rainy season

Functioning through rain waters,

Putting tender roots

Through watery muddy ground.

I am one to capture picture of it

Eyes to see the working men, women,

While all are in exploring time,

Without food we cannot dream. 

COLLEGE SQUIRE LAKE

Rain just stops falling,

I come out from a shade of a shop

In the street of College Squire,

Kolkata gets path of swaying of rain.

I stop at College Squire Lake,

A mist hovers in circling strangeness,

Lake water cool and vibrant with little waves,

Magical moments, behold decent calmness.

Rain holds easiness upon the earth,

It is the source of charming apparel

In sequence of philosophical tune,

I just take the path of remembering

Of those days when I came here

For taking a dig into career

Forty five years back, and to me now

This lake is like something born

Behind glossary of connective terms

Those are still musical in heart of

Roving life with significant zeal to survive,

In the heights of remembering the past. 

LONELY RED FLOWER

Our bus follows destination,

Speed and sound of engine

Make us awake in lonesome expense,

Among greens both sides of road.

Looking through window

I find one lonely flower

Red in color in all green bushes

Not touched with peers for love,

That we need in great happiness,

With time of loveliness, alongside,

Mind knows wishes of green and red,

Yet I cannot touch the red heart. 

TANKA

Summer morning clouds,

Little, yet covering the sun

On the river Hoogly,

Buildings in Kolkata stand

On the bank in grey out line.

I SAW TWO CULTIVATIONS

I saw two cultivations -

Betel leaf and paddy corn in one field,

Both are close to each one’s clossy way,

One big covered zone for betel leaf,

Beneath the trees, and near by is an open  

Meadow filled with rain-waters,

Down to the enclosure lies

Ploughed earth for paddy cultivation,  

Both need plenty of water

For their food, breathing, growing.

Next to each one’s field, one note and one song, 

Next to each one’s share, one quotes and expectation, 

Next to each one’s life, one water, raising ground sensation, 

Next to each one’s visibility, one green and one perpetuation. 

A cool decision comes over life to move fast,

It is mood, food, boost, energy,

Those are caring for life and livelihood,

 Making everything touching in motion,

And as I was moving on within their territory,

I think of their silent co-existence,

No war, no bargaining in their firmament.

THE SEA FEELS DISTANCE

Assembly of tourists is thin.

Cloudy sky in rainy season,

People lower gathering

For viewing of wave of the sea

In its vastness, peak of

Circular drawing of life,

With the wind, mirror of assimilation,

Above the surface and water pathway,

People are waiting for time

And for weather fresh to see the sun-rise

And enjoy splash in the sea.

Touches of slate color of cloudy sky draw

A terrible sketch in scale of creating distance. 

THROUGH THE WINDOW

Window panes open

Bed-room of my friend’s cottage.  

Outside unknown flower blooming

In neighbor’s garden.  

Mind flows with crystal sentiment,

That pleads for freeness from cage.

The grills of window seem iron barricade,

Into mission of soluble wisdom, hindered.

Flashing outside with flowers and

Green leaves of banana tree conglomerate.

Mind moves child-like,

Amid pristine bait of imperial sentiment.   

“I do not tear you.” Mind tells to the nature. 

THE (BETEL) NUT TREE IN PRISON

With mind tangled in so many issues

It turned up to thinking maximum drills

I think to cut my head to tear up cord

To remove warring zeal and paramount shrill,

Eyes go outside window to find freshness,

It is the ripe nuts in the tree caught in prison

Of brick culture and brick sketching around,

As if the nut tree convicted to concrete structure

And it has to obey laws of brick diagonals,

Yet it gets food and water, and stands bold to produce

Its fruits amid walls, tearing upon the modernity

That image pierces me to think about ethos

And I may have points to say, yet I have context

To imagine and build organs of growing relationship

All around my enclosures, wherein I may be fruitful to

Assure the world that mind is wise to bring peace.

TIDE AFTER TIDE

My mind burns

All the way in my turns

There comes one moment

And that time I come

To the ocean with pains,

And tide after tide make

A way towards shore

And break over and over

Yet there is a triumph

And cannot refrain

From growing more tides

Time and again,

This makes me think

Dream has no wrath

Over time, tide and mind. 

THE OCEAN’S PASSAGE

There is no rush

On the pavement at tourists’ spot,

Between waves and loneliness,

I sit alone on marble seats,

Beside Bay of Bengal beach,

With a pair of distinct beats,

One blue horizon,

The other concrete binding,

Through the nature,

Very close to sincerity and alacrity.

Sometimes people settle down

Within images in glass, light and color,

As wave settle down with breaks,

Sucked inside ocean’s gravity,

Each habit and each wave having duty,

To create inside and outside of events

In the world that we are inhabited

With the sense, having focus on pictures,

To kindle each side of smallest slideshow,

Like the ocean’s passage with time and wave.  

SCUM

No, all tides are not broken,

Tides do not add up momentum there,

Scum is around, muddy sea water moving

Along the sea-line with shore, time of recess,

I have gathered tasks; just sit at sea side,

Coming here needs money, more needs are

With tasks of asking me within me,

Can clouded mind appeal for rest?

Can it wake up for prayer upon wind?

How things come here and make scum,

And goes beyond blue horizon, it is a beat

Upon sea-surface, and it takes rest for moments.

Deep into waters, resides one sentiment

That is peace, ahead of truncated dreams,

Money and mercy are two sides of the dipped aura,

Still I am in the game of planning and plundering. 

GODDESS DURGA

Her coolness, after the art of killing demons,

is apt to sign the judge the world.

This feeling moves age after age,

picturing all wellness in Her looks

that prevails,

The world is Her region of conquers,

She looks at the glacier of life,

and cell formation,

At presence of Her Husband, Lord Shiva,

in thinking of life

and in removing darkness all over.

We are preparing to worship Her

in this October and attire Her

with respect and submission.

সমুদ্রতটে স্নান

দুরের জাহাজ দেখে ভেবেছি
সমুদ্র, কত ইতিহাস গড়েছ তুমি,
কত জীবন, কত লোকালয় ভেঙ্গেছ,
ভাঙ্গতে ভাঙ্গতে এক পদচিহ্ন থেকে
অন্য পদচিহ্ন তুলে এনে সমগ্র চেতনায়,
সমুদ্রতট বেয়ে এক সভ্যতা ।

এক উপকূল অশান্ত হলে,
অন্য উপকূলে স্নানের পরিবেশ,
সকল মানুষের জন্য মৃদু মন্দ জলস্রোত,
ঢেউ-এর মধ্যে শরীর ভিজিয়ে
মাথা উঁচু করে উঠে দাঁড়ানো
সবই ছুটছে ঘোড়ার লাগাম ধরে ।

জনপদ পেরিয়ে আমিও এসেছি
সমুদ্রতটের উন্মেষ ও প্রলোভন
কিছু কথা বলা ও শোনার জন্য
গতানুগতিক ভাঙ্গন ছাড়িয়ে একটু বাইরে -
সমুদ্র, তোমার কাছে এসেছি,
তোমার বিশাল পরিধি, ঢেউয়ের গর্জনে আমি স্নাত ।