TANKA

Cloud simmers with rain

Wind blows it past hills and plains

Nostalgic is greens

It’s rice harvesting season

All are expecting raining. 

HAIKU

Shadow of a bridge

River bed filled with sand

Thin water flowing

POETRY READING SESSION IN A MOVING TRAIN

While returning from GIPF-2014, Mrs. Deeya Bhattacharya, Poet, Critic, Teacher of English, reads poems of Asim Kumar Paul and of Ketaki Datta, writer and poet, in a poetry reading session in the moving Falaknuma Express Train. Here is one movie of her reading.  NOW IT IS THAT BLOGGER UPLOADING LIMIT IS 100 MB, I have to take help of YouTube.

http://youtu.be/cqH_ylnA6FQ

READING A POEM OR WRITING A POEM ( a poetry reading session at GIPF-2014)

Reading a poem or writing a poem

It is like raining on leaves of mind

As the sun emits sun-rays as essence

The moon reflects them in silence. 

INTERNATIONAL POETRY FESTIVAL, 2014 AT GUNTUR, INDIA

On the way to

International Poetry Festival 2014 at Guntur, AP, India

I am amazed with white kash flowers

Those are blooming on the earth,

A natural line drawn with musical transition

To the autumn to greet Mother Durga. 

It is also season of poetry
And we are moving to Guntur, to hear and expect
Tune of voices of gathering poets who will read
Their own poems with ideas and hope for living
With forward journey of life and expectancy,
Having likelihood and livelihood of the universe.

LIFE WITH HOME OR DORMITORY

DORMITORY

The city is busy, people are busy,

Desire has one dimensional spirit

Just finish the work, and return home.

There is no miracle, only routine work.

Lodging only first priority for staying night,

Food is bound to be taken in roadside hotels

Or cooking sometimes available that roommates

Make the arrangement, own performance.

The account what they do in working days,

They go out in the morning for work-place

How deep they feel in their life of speedy schedules

Bosses, workers, roads, busses, trains, vehicles

Run run run, sounds of a groaning city,

Packed busses, sweating, songs in the mobile phones,

Engagements - all run on the day time

They return in the evening, just in the room,

Beds, side by side, cots, just throwing away sweat

Soaked garments, a little rest, then moving

For taking night meal, either cooked or

Purchased from hotels, then gossips with

Fellow roommates, or with wife or children

Tucking mobile phones into the ear, all time.  

HOME

Enough time spent on talking

Sometimes playing with grandson,                                                                               

Sometimes with wife’s emblazonment,

Within her talking habits while taking

Diabetic pills, she expresses she married

A demon, instead of human being,

She is living in his demonic plethora,

Enough has been done within joy of love.

Sweet passage passed over time

Fairness is just one year’s excitement,

Everything is out of reach, yet living together

Everybody is adult and argues with stripping pomp,

Setting of hearts another chapter

As if somebody takes away spilled water

Over orbit of the earth, now living with

Residuals of word, love, paying something hope.

LET ME LIVE ALONE

Let me live alone

I do not take your ordinance

I am very alone

I do feel to live separate from my wife

She is living elsewhere away from here.

I am living now in a mess.

I choose one bed in a dormitory,

I choose to live alone

I do not want to see comfort of my bed ,

Doors, windows, concrete ceiling,

Of my home, it is now like a past,

I am away from home to check more deterioration of my situation,.

I said once,  my home is yours

Home is for my children, I built it for them,

Yet they believe I am snatching those shelters.

This idea is fully false, I believe them and try to explain them. 

Nobody listens to my good words, I still love them all.

And they show arrogance towards me.

I do not tolerate dominance,

I do still take care of self,

You cannot put vehemence,

I will live at distance instead,

Beyond surveillance of your whims,

My bed is single and I am always single. 

MOTHER DURGA

An artist makes trust on

An idol of MotherDurga.

He makes sense in art work

For Her blessings to all on the earth. 

Note: Earlier poem,  MOTHER DURGA 

SHADES OF DEVI DURGA

Color has emboldened

The truth and depth of motherly love,

In presence of priests, artists give chakshudan

You will stare us with blessings. 

SHADES OF DEVI DURGA

First white paint

Looking transition

For arrival of MotherDurga

With beauty and grace, 

MOTHER DURGA

As artists are making the image

Of Devi Durga, I salute Mother Durga

In Her all forms and heavenly gestures

For peace and happiness on the earth.