Friday, 29 August 2014


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. 

Thursday, 21 August 2014


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. 

Tuesday, 19 August 2014


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. 

Monday, 18 August 2014


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. 

Sunday, 17 August 2014


Summer morning clouds,
Little, yet covering the sun
On the river Hoogly,
Buildings in Kolkata stand
On the bank in grey out line.

Thursday, 14 August 2014


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.

Wednesday, 13 August 2014


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. 

Tuesday, 12 August 2014


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. 

Sunday, 10 August 2014


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.

Thursday, 7 August 2014


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. 

Wednesday, 6 August 2014


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.  

Tuesday, 5 August 2014


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. 

Sunday, 3 August 2014


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.

Saturday, 2 August 2014

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 ।