WATERY PATHWAY

Vision unbound in harbor passage,  

Water responsive from dream spot,

Too vast for a voyage, we begin,  

Quest starts back from school days.

This December my attempt starts

From street, from rout chart enigmas

One way, crossing it by steamer

The river gets elongated fiesta in port.

A singing motion, envisioned catharsis,

Shrills of walking on mud, sediments,

Salty taste of water, are stages with

Thrills and penance, vision is charm.

On the journey, we reach nearer to

Deep whims and sacrifice of existence,

Our foot prints and home are presents,

All attempts in reality carry our dream.

  

SECOND HOOGLY BRIDGE

As a passenger, I occasionally crossed this bridge

In public bus, with curiosity and fondness in heart,

It comes into my mind to walk down this bridge

With fun, as boyish fun, to view the city

On the river with calm mind, to breath in Kolkata air,

The large space would be highly pleasant resolved

Sense of life, that busy and clumsy city gets some

Freshness inside, and monotone syndrome gets

Relief from relentless running for shirt-button cage

And rubbing hands upon routine workloads,

The way we always quest for living, run on road,

I am not so far as, of my staying, from the bridge.

Hoogly’s bridge has no trick over its passengers

And cannot ask for blood, except eerie riders or

Bus drivers get their return, accidents are fateful

Prey, on every occasion, the bridge is silent.

I guess what fate and rough worldly sin it has

Observed and would witness with moving events

Upon it, of course, of happenings in Kolkata,

One day while passing on it, I remember,

I was accompanied with one nearest relative.

He had to move for dialysis of diabetic kidney failure

He only said, “How is the bridge looking in its vastness?”

He couldn’t seat on bed in the moving ambulance,

So weak he was, while he was taking 84th

Dialysis, it was his quest and jest on the earth.

I made a sincere reply, it seemed my words

Not satisfying him and he heaved a deep sigh.

I looked at the crowded buses and vehicles

And the sun just takes a peep from the cloud,

The virtue and the venture make satire of existence. 

I DON’T DO ANYTHING

I don’t do review

Because

The flower blooms

Contrary to

My wishes.

I don’t react,

As it is time

For its blooming

Neither have I chosen

To walk on its way,

Nor have I bothered

Of its existence,

I don’t do anything

Because

My wishes can’t destroy

The law of nature

The song of life. 

RAIN IS COMING

There is construction in the dark cloud

Magic information old building shares,

Noting 64 seconds over traffic halts, for

Beginning of journey, city-streets perform.

Dark shade pointed to formation of water

In the rainy season, darkness hovering around,

Rain will come down with dancing bounce,

Life begins in a chain of communication

With hot weather of summer, an integrated

Affirmation with life’s sentiment for best guides,

We are on the way to make halts in raindrops’ verse,

For another passage that leads to our existence in the hearts.