THE SUN AND THE FLOWER AND LOVING CASTLES

These red flowers bloom with the sun’s burning rage,

They remain alive tucked within periphery of greens,

It brings me to think glimpses of events of last year,

Here is celebration of New Year in firmament of cheers,

Beneath are the warring and surviving zeal with landscape.

Spring with dry meadow, hot crust of the earth makes

Every green dry, yet life is not killed, two pigeons, together,

Move around meadow, and pick corn into hedge and grass,

Those hide corns strewn over dry land of cultivation,

With amorous stories those are still figuring out like

Magnets around crystalline wetness, waiting for rain in its

Season, two birds set off one sentiment of soft spring.

Para-metrical elongation creates labor that blooms

The eccentric pasture for living and connoisseur of loving,

When beautiful footsteps move to cross the land

For home that is not abettor of leaving, but waiting for

Answer from her, that she may try to bridge loving castles.

Shadow, grass blades and tree-trunk support walking through. 

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.  

                                                                                                                             

BEES

Sitting near bamboo fencing of a village house

I am looking where bees are moving around.

The fencing is covered with small creeper plants,  

With flowers blooming in this spring season.

From where do these bees come? I think,

I do not find bee hive nearby or in vicinity.

How long do these bees collect honey? I think,

All the time I see bees are hovering near flowers

And collect honey for a few moments, and fly away,                                                                            

Sometimes, they sit on flowers and immediately

They fly away and this tells that honey from

Those flowers, has already been collected, I think.

Are these bees are like those are living within us?

Are these bees symmetry of our thinking? And

Are these bees composing hives of collective dream?

We are on the forefront of our living panorama here.

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. 

LOVING PHENOMENON

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With the changing of season

Spring coming, tiny birds are busy

At the time of new tender leaves nearby

Reflectively making presence of group touring

In the morning soft sunlight, enthusiastically.   

Do they have to be ventured in new relationship?

So that they make presence in every twittering

Contracted in brewing of loving mood

Sooner or later everyone settles in mettle 

And expresses something in reality without paradox,

Streamlined in heart beating while sitting at higher branches

Of tree, now making new green leaves, floating

Between love and notion of rolling gentleness

Following through all seasons and dreams alongside. 

MANGO FLOWER

This mango tree has magnificence in this morning,

That flowers blooming with vastness of first hand and

First track of motivation of soundless mutation for

Spotlight on the occurrence of newness in spring, and

Both activity and control of life’s dream render most

Significant sharing of events of inward journey, and

I am the witness of this swinging of earth’s canvas

With leaves and flowers, and it is neatly balanced. 

TANKA

On a spring morning,

Illness brings tiredness still

After surgery

To extricate kidney-stone,

Confidence lets her sit upon. 

TANKA

Two sisters

Like two petals of a Palash

Sparkle like spring-reflections,

In cool air of the morning,

With dreams of tomorrow.

 

 ....

 

TANKA 2

 

With sparkling eyes,

Sister makes conversation,

Melody deep in

Stillness of sovereignty,

Elder one’s love within.

 

-©Asim Kumar Paul,

06.09.2013

.....

TANKA 3

No escaping

From this earth

From regions of love

Either familial entire

Or regions of human space

-©Asim Kumar Paul,

07.09.2013

Note: TANKA 2 and TANKA 3  are  posted in a poetry discussion at
The Poet's Haven in LinkedIn.com
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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.