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.

  

DREAM AND VISION TO LIVE IN PEACE, IN THE NEW YEAR, 2013

Just now the town is flourishing near the nature,

The hill-contour stands alone not solitude, as it is

All before the vast room for the town, even one

Can roll on one’s little room, in flower bed

As if the green outside, with river basin inside

Greets everyone with the creation of loving rhymes.

Everyone here will find value if one try to find

Something worth that is common to all, breathing,

A mystery of our existence, over the life,

Deep conversation around the nature, filled with water,

Fresh with resolution, covering life line of every relation

On our dream and vision to live in peace, in the New Year, 2013.

THE MARS WITH ASPIRATION

Once it is our dream-planet,

Now it is our journey over its surface,

And its pictures are carried in moving machine

And beamed to our eyes, great interest.

On our eyes

The wide range of colored contours

Mountains, plains, cracks,

Human being thrilled on pivotal promise.

Of our journey down to the sky,

Awake in our vision,

The great Mars

We pull the curtain of distance

And we are open-eyed in the images,

Life is reflection of reality,

Searching for new life in different planet,

As if it is born with aspiration. 

REFLECTION OF LOVE

Beautiful things,

Moving in spirit of dream,

Are needful to loving persons,

As if window gives entry

To the vision of flower,

Whose beauty is true,

In real belongings, and in dream, too,

And love is like wakeful singing,

Into mind, and kissing is a term of living,

And it takes time to know love.

If something is slipping away,

It is the mind that swings in vision,

And a look into flowering appearance

Will bring beauty of love,

Every touch will bring peace,

Over body and mind,

And everyone will learn,

Love is an essence, and

Nothing is missing in its presence. 

Picture Credit: Malabika Bhowmick, Kolkata