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.

SONGS OF SHRI KRISHNA

Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna,

Krishna Krishna Hare Hare,

Hare Rama, Hare Rama,

Ram Ram Hare Hare,

They sang words

About Krishan

To fill all hearts

With blessing of Krishna,

Happiness in mind,

Misery to be abandoned

To remain gleeful

With kindness to the world,

Not binding in a room,

But to travel with peace,

Across home and the world,

Without disguise,

But free with everyone,

To endure pathos,

To live with energy and dream,

Miracle is in our hearts,

And we can dwell in melodies of life.

HAIKU

http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.in/2016/09/short-story-slam-week-52-family.html

Reader reads,

Knowledge to conquer mind

Resolves social life. 

BETWEEN TWO ROADS

I walked too often to find roots

Of quiet place – away from home

And many times, I am plunged

Between two roads, striding away

In a long and strenuous journey.

Instead, I have to wash away dream

From my mind, dry pathway makes

Me frustrated, restraining me from

This wild journey, and excesses

Have been done upon my mind,

Sweet home is the prince,

Filling peace in everyone’s mind,

Rescuers are not at red soil or metallic road.

From daybreak to evening,

I learnt to stay at home, even if

I am dried out with thirst

Or melt in agony, none has loving tongue.

RAINDROPS TELL ME (HAIKU)

Raindrops tell me

In the night, it is an image

Of soaked green mind.

SPRING RAIN

With the day break, clouds cover the sky,

Where no sunlight comes, and heart of water

Does hover over my head when I am walking

On the roof-top of my house, and drizzles

Are pouring in all-around, it is beginning of March,

Mango flowers just begin to bloom, and

Festival of colors (Happy Holi) begins countdown to come,

Things of beauty of spring begin with Palash flower.

I raise my mind to enjoy that beauty

In cloudy sky that starts to show the earth

That has seasons with vibrant show amid pleasing

Mind’s approach, as long as

Smoothing illusion grows around mind’s journey,                                                                          

Over hard situations and we try to induct us

Into good weather, and raindrops begin falling

With speed of stormy gush, not fenced with narrowness.          

I am on the roof-top and get wet in rain

Raindrops get trapped within cornice walls

And concrete surface fails to soak water

That gets no speedy passage to go down drain,

Waters on the surface turn into a pool or sea

Where raindrops make stir to carry wave of life,

That caries running with bounces, re-bounces,

All are secrets of own songs of nature, delight.  

                                                                                                                             

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. 

READING A POEM OR WRITING A POEM ( a poetry reading session at GIPF-2014)

Reading a poem or writing a poem

It is like raining on leaves of mind

As the sun emits sun-rays as essence

The moon reflects them in silence. 

THE (BETEL) NUT TREE IN PRISON

With mind tangled in so many issues

It turned up to thinking maximum drills

I think to cut my head to tear up cord

To remove warring zeal and paramount shrill,

Eyes go outside window to find freshness,

It is the ripe nuts in the tree caught in prison

Of brick culture and brick sketching around,

As if the nut tree convicted to concrete structure

And it has to obey laws of brick diagonals,

Yet it gets food and water, and stands bold to produce

Its fruits amid walls, tearing upon the modernity

That image pierces me to think about ethos

And I may have points to say, yet I have context

To imagine and build organs of growing relationship

All around my enclosures, wherein I may be fruitful to

Assure the world that mind is wise to bring peace.

TIDE AFTER TIDE

My mind burns

All the way in my turns

There comes one moment

And that time I come

To the ocean with pains,

And tide after tide make

A way towards shore

And break over and over

Yet there is a triumph

And cannot refrain

From growing more tides

Time and again,

This makes me think

Dream has no wrath

Over time, tide and mind. 

SCUM

No, all tides are not broken,

Tides do not add up momentum there,

Scum is around, muddy sea water moving

Along the sea-line with shore, time of recess,

I have gathered tasks; just sit at sea side,

Coming here needs money, more needs are

With tasks of asking me within me,

Can clouded mind appeal for rest?

Can it wake up for prayer upon wind?

How things come here and make scum,

And goes beyond blue horizon, it is a beat

Upon sea-surface, and it takes rest for moments.

Deep into waters, resides one sentiment

That is peace, ahead of truncated dreams,

Money and mercy are two sides of the dipped aura,

Still I am in the game of planning and plundering. 

NOTES FROM WHITE CLOUD

Cloud, which I want to shift

Layer by layer

To our sky at behest of root

Of our mind

To travel along blue horizon,

With my hands

To live as if it is our shelter

Beyond houses below

As if white mountain there

Takes us above the sky

Stars are nearer

Dreams are close to reality

Getting close to

Sunrays, full dominion

Celestial events drawn close

Into our touch for sure,

Myths do not lure anymore.  

LOVE POEM

Love to me it is feeling,

It is speaking to inner heart

It is like knowing the world, all in tune

Of resonance like wave in ocean

That creates, breaks within mind

Singing with hosts of thinking, and seeing

Into mind’s eye, what we discover

Upon the earth, where we go or travel,

Love poem speaks all about them.

WHY I MAKE MY POETRY ARCHIVE?

Mind gets injuries on different ways. And to heal that injury, mind has to create many ways of generations and regenerations, from the body wherein the mind has celestial residing in. And these generation and regeneration s are work fields that the body does make processes to wound healing.   And dramatic changes do occur in creative minds, and human being with this creative mind wants to share their feeling with others, various aspects and processes of wound healing, making them identified on different recognitions, either in family or in society.  And it is also a model performance of human being. I think so.

And this way I have done three poetry books, totally self-published, and two blogs on love poems:

http://asimkumarpaul.blogspot.in/

and 

http://asimkumarpaul.wordpress.com/

And I follow the style of prose poetry, for expression of my feeling and emotions on the aspects and process of wound healing by the way of many generations and regenerations of senses of feeling and emotions on the walks of my life. 

DEAR MIND, YOU ARE MY UNKNOWN POWER TO LIVE IN

Dear mind, how you can think of life, its types and proportions of thinking, with so many pretty presences over my life, that is so many times gets robbed, ebbed, having solitudes, grief, small happiness, fire, burns, testimony, inner and outer insights, major and minor threads of phenomenal thinking of being here, and thinking of getting or give supports to others. When you are supporting life, you give encouragement to the rise of one soul, or sometimes grief gives some pains, yet the great obedience you show towards life. When you see evils, you show the light to be good, and constantly you go with thinking of life, and try to mend the wrong doing, and lead to think in the light of knowledge that is gathered though out this life, and you try to brass out the hazards, that is called characterization of life of one soul.  

Dear mind, how you can variably turn one’s life in variable way of existence, and make differences between good and bad, from all events that come from chain of present or absent bonds that make rings or branches over our life. For the analysis, you draw extracts of cultural growth that unfolds the power of living here as a human being with dominance of feeling in the heart and leads us to live more with identified human being in this universe.