FIRST JANUARY 2019

First New Year day 2019

I pray, not to morn for complexity,

It is the day to hold truth and dream.

Everything that touches truth turns to gold,

And everyone who stands with dream

Finds comfort in golden touch of

Surrounding and one feels the Bliss,

No thorn is there to sting when

Everyone has to walk upon the land

That is to be more insisting to stay cool,

And travel upon the sea and the sky

To be more free, not cordoned with

Match box living, windows shut, but

With imagination for sailing to the sun

To bring components of atom

To master over grief, to create

Worthy citizen to know complexity,

To win over clumsy chains of unworthy

Exodus narratives, the mob exhibits.

Everyone has to carry desire, not as burden,

But with laugh, a new approach for love,

That comes from this New Year that loves to honor.

SONGS OF CHILIKA LAKE

Over the Chilika Lake, and

Boarded in a train,

On the way to home,

I am passing by the Lake,

To get soil, grain or a doll,

Or to find loved one.

Two boats through waters

Oh! How beautiful it is

In the autumn morning,

Blue sky, sparkling sun-light

On surface of water, I go,

Jingling with childhood days.

Over the Chilika Lake, and

Through morning delight,

I never thought of wood

To draw a curtain over

My journey, certain hope

I know holds the wind.

Over the Chilika Lake, and

Through the fishermen’s dream,

I can move to get fortune,

That may play a role

As far as I can stay on this earth,

This earth holds the birthright.

Over the Chilika Lake, and

Through the smile of sympathy,

As I have grown up old,

I am searching for loving faces

Of those who can drape me

With love and let me not to wait.

Over the Chilika Lake and

Through the colors above water,

I feel fascination with loud wows,

No blur, sharp focus, luck and elegance,

I will say, my love,

Don’t quit joy, let me enjoy.

DEWALI IS AN ARGUMENT OF LIGHT

One who is not a poet is a poet,

Diwali, night, darkness, light -

Simple likeness over darkness is

Whispers of dryness of illumination.

Life is whisper, light is a break and beginning

Of prize that keeps things shaped in life,

With time, events and manifestation of

Purpose, known or unknown, brings  

To receive colors of night to burn in

Illumination, above darkness behind shadows,

Lineage of truth that evolves breaks

In the night, creating morning, inside.

A rose cannot argue, glamour of light can do it.

THE FLOWER THAT FUSSES ME

This red flower hits my eyes,

in this afternoon, it fusses me,

like a cool stone in the setting sun,

as if dust forms a ring around it so long.

How do I feel now?

It is my memory what I missed

fifty five years ago at my teens.

Am I fine, well now?

Still I am restless, to find

a loving, beautiful face of my choice,

in the same air that was half a century ago.

And I feel storm followed by

Wilderness in an arc of cradle.  

MONSOON TO AUTUMN (HAIKU)

LAUNCHING OF POETRY CHAP BOOK, RESOLUTION OF LIFE, OF ASIM KUMAR PAUL

The corridor where Poets and Poetry are honored. Something so beautiful for poetry lovers, too, till date.

Poets and Poetry are honored. 

It meets music of poetry. 

Only reading poetry, for three days, 

of invited poets, with a little cultural ambiance, 

no registration fee for poet delegates, 

free A-class accommodation for outstation invited poets, 

free tiffin, lunch and dinner for them, 

free contributor’s copy of the published anthology. 

Invited poets as participants have to bear travelling cost up and down to venue. 

The corridor is Guntur International Poetry Fest, conducted by

Prof. P. Gopichand and Prof. P. Nagasuseela of JKC College, 

Guntur, Andhra Pradesh, India.

Beautiful free accommodation provided, shared with poet Biswanath Kundu and me. 

OLD AGE HOME

Away from old home, age being melting gold,

Searching for service in a new home,

With all sides open and loving companion

Those I want at least for last lap of my journey,

I roam from place to place with wishes

And with eyes to feel cool in new establishment

Away from burnt quotes those are still spilling

Over mind, not even blanketed being staying

Outside of old periphery scarcely three years ago,

I want to have a shelter for pleasant sun,

To love and to live there with peace

And beautiful caring personnel in that home,

That I have dreamed to live for rest of life,

But I am not blessed with vision to be reality,

As every moment I arrive at a historical epitaph,

That makes new generations alert, life is short,

And life can’t be free from pain and anxiety,

Always it favors to breathe in smoke, mingled.

A prayer to God cannot be waste.

“A prayer to God cannot be waste.”

                  - Dr. M. Thirumeni

When I was on verge of frustration,

Crawling over moratorium on my heart,

Moon is not shining well in the night,

Mind not in conversation with me,

I sat on a red platform of stone Shwasan Kali,
Burning mind like candle glows with amber, 

My mobile phone started ringing,

One voice just uttered one sentence,

“A prayer to God cannot be waste.”

Advice just poured in my ear,

Something would come out from prayer

When I pray to God, and put me

In the realm of fulfillment, sooner or later.

And the voice disappeared instantly.

FAMILY

A family has members, and

They are like flowers, protected by

Nearest papaya-tree-trunks, a society

Holding them, as if they are

Mighty scintillating and big hands,

Swinging and dancing in cool breeze,

From childhood to adulthood,

Bounded by walls of home,

Or boundary walls, those are

Usually built by human being,

Spreading to many things,

And this strangeness originates

Livelihood, performing, swimming,

When other members are onlookers, in peace,

Either in the sea, beach being resting place,

Or in the distress, other people spread hands,

For recovery, bringing peace and panacea,

Here lies longing for living in

The ocean or on the ground.

A LETTER FROM A MOTHER TO HER SON

Art Picture Credit: Shymal Bera 

A LETTER FROM A MOTHER TO HER SON

“…..As God’s will, I am a simple mother, a simple familial partner, not wise enough to guide you all the time, because you are grown enough to be an adult one who is an ample sapphire attaining age of getting married, and you are earning money by dint of your courage, struggle and merit.  

I have real experience of life in my life. We always believe that father is the head and mother is the heart of a family. And I have fought a real war. As a human being I have similar wishes for my life to live with my father and mother, but that did not happen, my mother died earlier, and I felt no attraction to go home, as our family was not at the same mark of other families, yet I have to go for my father, and I share everything with him, a feeling of loss of enjoyment prevailed in my mind when I was young. After that I have got married, and then my situation has been changed.

You has just passed mid 20 year of age, it is right time for getting married. Your father and I want to have one lovely woman in your life. If you don’t get married now, how we can see a lovely woman in your life, and in our family, too. And this young lady will be heart of the total family. Just think one occasion, when your father was sick, we are all him. Ups and downs are always with our life. Still there is dream. Just think who will stand by you in bad situations, when we are running all time with these. And on the other hand, who will stand during your good times, to enrich your happiness. I think a man without wife is only a soldier to lift a lid of skeleton in the battle field. I, as mother, do not want that.  

I will not tell you to think again and again, I wish to share my experience, so far I have contacted different families for negotiations of your marriage, because I think it is our i.e. parent’s duty to get their sons settled with income, marriage, and home. And in such type of negotiations, after getting our information, no one feel the urge to make a return call to us, taking it as matter of courtesy. Even they are highly believer of horoscope, gon, caste, and any one did not make me any return call. Even in a case, someone had asked me about salary at the first chance, and did not call twice.  Someone was not willing to change one’s work place, the groom has to change his working place, someone asked me to know your gon like, Debgon, Norgan, Rakshasgan, and horoscope will be studied.

My son, I am still searching one family who will simply call me in turn and show their interest. Surely the bride will be matching with your status and wishes.

Please don’t hesitate to inform me if you find someone to be your bride of your choice and wishes.

WITH LOVE .........”

WAR AND PEACE

Everyday news come with photographs those hold news of war, blasts, tears, from places where morning has sequel of smoke, sarin or chlorine gas fomented dreaded paces. Cactus loses its beauty, peeled bags full of bones, tied with yellow grass threads, (although everyone does not want to let everything go with anger and apathy), and bodies of children horribly contorted, lifeless, and wrapped with white papers.  Places are there where sounds of guns roar for decades, followed by another warned moments, and deserted lands, exodus of refugees, more and more and more. No one knows when and where peace will prevail for shake of humanity and other values of life, hope, existence, for constructing gardens where downpour rains, green grass to sprout, no difference between mine and theirs, and we stop fuming up anger, agony and stop seeing human being dead by war and let life go with colors and dream, like flying of kites in delight of lights, in the vast sky, and its darkness is a beauty of wonders, and sky is not an urn full of ashes.    

HOW TO SMILE

When my mind burns,

Heart feels pain of many puzzles

Those are tainted with sorrows,

And happened to be fearsome,

Life being not performing

With right actions from

Entities those are pondering

With sections cut by a knife,

Frustrations everywhere,

Remorse it is there not to live,

But to get a death, a chase for

Emancipation, as impediments

Gets stuck around life’s journey,

No dear one near to life.

Then I go to flowers,

They only smile, not knowing,

How they bloom and seasons

Accept them as great creation,

Every time they come and prosper.

Flowers only say, “Smile always.”

But how?

An insect is there to eat away essence.

GAME OF TRUTH

Truth cannot be eroded;

It can’t be brought in iron nests,

With super concrete propaganda,

At a high price paid to scrape out truth.

As time passes, moisture may junk

On surface, yet its pink petals make

The verse free, even if, it is declared

None has any origin, an afterthought

Arising from power mongers.

Like genetic equipment, truth records

The track of living like a king,

Someone tricked it for puzzled game,

Truth is not fond of the coercion,

Even if fiasco is established.

And a poem is born in silence

Truth cannot be eroded.  

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EARTH DAY 2018

A bit of the nature,

A bit of life,

A bit of human touch,

All make light and soul,

A celebration of Earth Day, we follow.