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.  

SPRING TIME, 2012

It the time of spring,

Of feeling love and sing,

Besides rice, bread, fish,

The daily wave of continuity,

And with this time

We all move in the sea

As if we are sojourners

In the life and love rides,

And here we enter the eternity,

That brings us life of happiness,

On the heart’s freedom

We like to move into meets,

With flowering beauty

In teens’ skirt and knees,

With hands sweet difference,

That fills sense and heart,

The life comes in

In the Bay of Bengal,

For traveling away from home,

A sweet place to live 

In life and in hearts’ meet,

In sun rises and in sun sets,

With veins in longing love,

With chirping of birds,

With tides of sea,

With blooms of flowers,

And we are rich

In love of divinity

And we thus hold happiness,

And peace in love, lovely moonlight.