JOURNEY

Morning sunlight prepares

For the day, it is spring, journey

Takes leap for revelations  

Over the water, waves take

Directions of flowing, coming

Over passage of time, and journey

Begins on the platform of

Howrah Railway Station visible

In clean colors, window on touring

Space, keeping life on probable

And possible of self appearance

Where mind is open and

Fantasy is other source of living,

Slowly flowing over dreams. 

DREAM

At the time of busy hours

Every launch takes crowd

From random walks of life

Till busy corridor gets empty

Or thin crowd overboard.

The launch has that capacity

Simply for larger role that plays.

Distance is comparable to

Combining molecules those make

Cell-formation within phase to phase

Preferences, altogether we all behave,

As if drowned zeal to surface dream.

We all float from dream-bank

Where lies dream-station, waiting and

Recomposing our voyage to other bank

Across the river that portrays flowing of

Mystery of working silence on the horizon

Being it the great assimilation, moving is

Always greater than rehearsed appearance.

LOVING PHENOMENON

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With the changing of season

Spring coming, tiny birds are busy

At the time of new tender leaves nearby

Reflectively making presence of group touring

In the morning soft sunlight, enthusiastically.   

Do they have to be ventured in new relationship?

So that they make presence in every twittering

Contracted in brewing of loving mood

Sooner or later everyone settles in mettle 

And expresses something in reality without paradox,

Streamlined in heart beating while sitting at higher branches

Of tree, now making new green leaves, floating

Between love and notion of rolling gentleness

Following through all seasons and dreams alongside. 

MANGO FLOWER

This mango tree has magnificence in this morning,

That flowers blooming with vastness of first hand and

First track of motivation of soundless mutation for

Spotlight on the occurrence of newness in spring, and

Both activity and control of life’s dream render most

Significant sharing of events of inward journey, and

I am the witness of this swinging of earth’s canvas

With leaves and flowers, and it is neatly balanced. 

THE LITTLE BOY

When the little boy is given
New garments, he wears them
And begins running into the room,
And his parents become happy
To take snap of joyfulness
Of their son, they think once
They were little ones and so were
They joyful when they received
New clothes to wear from parents
They then did feel good and moved
Around the house to tell friends
Their parents loved them
Like other who were their friends,
The world moves with these waves
Like sea wave never ends forming wave.