LOVING MIRROR

I cannot reject all reflections,
I cannot reject all points of views,
I cannot reject all net works of addressess,
I cannot be independent of assigned addressess.

Please come close to our moves,
I can use limits of face to face recognition,
I am independent of broadcast dependence,
Me and you.

Let me stand face to face,
I will see how we take in the sunlight,
With rain alongsight

Words of many words are reflected,
We live in he subset of nipples' effects,
Memories are moistured with wordles stares,
I want to mingle with your physical workload.

I am moistured once again and again,
The method of replying is discribed,
Extention of developed images with prefix of love,
I want to get relaxed in your physical network.

I am embroiled with your footsteps,
With prefixed and suffixed net assignments,
All words are stopped,
I am awake in love, please come in my mirror immages.

LIFE, LOVE AND FREEDOM

Today, I feel an empty mind, in that my wife is leaving home to see her ailing mother, and my right of living with her has such accordance to have a freedom to let her to see her mother earlier too, and now it is not the question why I feel a loneliness, but it is a centre of all round to the obligation and duty to let her go see an ailing mother and my duty also to visit her ailing mother, and that I do shortly, and earlier times, I have had many visits to my mother-in-law, and then I wrote a poem on her, too.

http://asimkumarpaul.wordpress.com/2011/07/01/my-valiant-mother-in-law-is-now-sick/

I am excited, too, at the same time. Excited to feel I am living in freedom a few days, as all members of my family are out of my house on different reasons. Yet I feel nervous when my wife repeatedly directs me what to do and what not to do in her absence, and particularly to keep my whole house in nice and tidy manner, that is, to keep everything that I use in her absence, in order of keeping them where it has to be taken out for my use. It is a difficult job for me, as I forget all when I am deeply thinking of my poems or when I am engaged in talking with friends in a social web site. Particularly I become more attentive in my writing, and then I forget to take my meals in time, that is served to me when my wife is at home. And her repeated sweet rebukes make me take my meal in a hurry at her time, not in the spill over time of my own. I like the feeling to keep me absorbed with stories on society, friends, and love.

Today, I feel sportive as the wind of some obligations of familial duty is absent, and a feeling of sweet breeze conveys to me to write and go on the shore that is cordial to my habits of endurance to feel free with life that is a glance of my mind to go through life’s part of existence and syllables. I think of my own, of my flights towards time zone that is not restricted now to me. It is a strange feeling. Here lies the difference between living in a familial life and living in a sectional freedom of familial life. Now I am a man of writing and reconciled wisdom, a grace of little liberation.

HOME, MY SWEET HOME

Almost we are on the rented house we live in,

Many years we dwell in one room hatchet

And the nature makes us alive in shadow and shine,

And on the earth we never see own house,

A nest to live in, all members are in rented mind.

We know when we are transferred in other places,

And we are habituated to live in fierce bands

With some impulse and law of rented house burns,

We are always on the way of rock and plain,

As if the earth has mercy in bringing us living in air.

In this dizzy pathway, there comes a scope

To look on the heaven’s mercy in granting

A home of mine, a sweet home to the present living,

in a small town; the most of the populace is rich,

And each one has a building in a corporation and urban town.

I was very delighted when I first see my ownership deed,

That has motion, and some impulse

To live in settled parlance where I can live,

With objects of love, not thinking only,

But we do have possession of  one home of our won.

Shine is in my mind, my wife in simply quiet,

To think about the home that we do enjoy

With pleasure, not it is a mansion, but a home

May it be two rooms, with other amenities

Like bedroom, free air to pass through windows,

A dinning space, a latrine and one verandah.

Those days, we were all supportive to each other,

As if we were to feel joy on the building site,

In rain, in winter, in summer, the phases it takes,

To build my home for nine months, loan installments

Are sanctioned stage by stages, and time to time.

Lastly one storied house has been built,

It is now a dwelling place of mine in family sequence,

We live here peacefully, either in rain, or other seasons,

We may share in these harmonies, the sweet home,

On the ground we are living, economics is great.

All members of family now live together,

As if we are living in whispers of life and love,

In the sense of motion, in existence,

We have not to wander about, as we did it earlier.

And vital feeling of delight brings us magical powers.

THE WORLD BETWEEN SWAPNA AND ME

Swapna

Oh, when the internet takes out you far,

Gone are the days you are with me and us,

And the internet does make you so engaged

As if you are nowhere except in the stars

And you are never like that in my life,

Closed vision you left nothing for me, dear.

Me

Dear, when I am in the internet here

Going through on the keyboard fast,

Then all people as friends go with us,

As if glass screen is a continent

Thicken with people around me with voices.

Swapna

Listen, good it is when we hear from far,

As it led to nothing by the talks, dear,

And none does anything to rejoice with us,

As involved we are in daily voice and touch,

And we are blessed as we are husband and wife,

And search and talks on screen are not skin

That can be touched in thinking  and tracing

To ascend to the familial and sweet calls

And we walk and talk like humble lovers,

And this is the honest bear, not imagined love

That you portray in web page search,

And please do hold some work for me here,

As I have to go market and cook also,

And there is no time for me to do all those,

As some household wonders are still with us, dear.

Me

No dear, there are talks with all of us,

There is love, not abandoned anywhere as you think,

Human being, all they are to be felt and talked,

To the creation of our merit and charms,

That we breed as the clear and new group,

To which we are likely to belong like known organisms

Quickly known as seeds,  new routine basis

Created it is on the hit on the wonder,

and you are also a partner of  our talks

and you are greeted and cheered, in grace and love.

Swapna

We are all on the altar of our creations,

And offer our extracts to the studied growth,

We receive, corresponding to our conditions,

Which grows fears of loss, from our possession,

And I want not to be with your referred friends,

I have my own friends in the locality,
Face to face, in person, on this shades of love,

And that makes me happy, fairly spirited,

And breathing is pure and distinct sound

Of our honest heart can bear and share

Close to the hand’s reach to talk on the way.

Me

Then I will help you to have an account of a social site

And you will feel the nature and courage on new front.

Swapna

No, I cannot do so,

There is no time into my home work,

I am a housewife, a truth I learn from mother,

All household works are with me,

As you are not sharing with me on this front,

And I do not go through cause of causes,

I do not make you a voucher of my life and share,

And I do work as housewife,

When our duty needs we do apply,

To our own joy and discipline,

And I cannot look any work undone,

And our own work are not cared with,

And I am doing that in the sense and terms,

And I think, moving into internet is not all,

We have both works for jointly known and done,

I do not want to keep them on compensation,

I love you, so I want to make you happy,

As you like on your way of love and thinking,

And I think you do know and

You love me too.

Me

Yes, I do love you,

I know your world is big one,

And I have to participate  in it,

And …………..

Before I complete my sentence,

She does not listen me more,

And goes out to search a score,

Wearing  a new sari, holding a bazaar bag in hand …

LOVE PASSAGE

I want to sit under a tree

That gives love rewards,

With my grown up body,

Through a matured thinking

Over the consumes of love,

And offerings are in my mind,

In man and woman relationship,

Witness is our soul’s creation

With time and nourishment of

Worldly experience with lover,

With a fashion marked with

Assimilation and speeches, 

Promises and applications

Of direct and redirect hosts and invitees

To form bondage of eternal and

Greatness of love in periods and

Sensational arousal of binding up.

I want to sit before a beauty of grace

That can bring victory with love,

Through magical power of light

With seeds and tree form of guidance,

In generations and its faith in soil

That appears in greatness

Between the earth and the heaven

Where we do assemble to love,

Sucked in greatly distributive sink,

That is the birth of another outcome

Form our love and man-woman relationship.

I am the sense one in the love treasure,

With the manly whispers of love.

Ah! First Morning, 2012

I am travelling in a train through a strip of land,

Covered with Teak and Mahua trees,

And a few steps are ahead for the sun

To make a contest of love in morning desire,

A golden moment of rising sun

On plain horizon above green smoky contour,

Creating rejoicing of crimson bliss

That begins with joy of unconditional love,

And I am the traveler in the perception

That makes me awake in the vast range of plain land,

And I am in the train to feel the motion in tandem

With the earth’s speech of praising the divinity

That we learn to define in our words,

And in this plain earth's crust we are in virgin land

Still it has a feeling of origin of learning.

I love to love this sacred universe.

Then comes up the red sun above plain horizon,

As if the sun is empting the love of red heart,

And a circle of sun rays surrounds the sun,

As if the round red aspiration is ready to flood the earth,

That may fill all existences with love,

To our descendants, and we will live in the peace and wisdom,

And I am mused in its beauty,

And I feel:

The sunrise at the seabed horizon is not only the beauty of love,

But also sun-rise at plain land horizon is another beauty of sublime,

And I am filled with first message of aspiration

From first sun rise of 2012

That glows with reverence and unconditional love.