SENIOR CITIZEN 1

Like a senior citizen, I am living in true sense of the phrase,

It is just to remind me of my living world,

My stories, my pains, my inescapable inwards.

 

It must be needed to submit life certificate,

In each November, the world may know I am surviving,

Just knowing inside, I am living screaming inside.

 

I cannot live in cheers, with my wishes,

As I have to think month after month to buy a laptop,

As my old desktop computer goes out beyond repairs.

 

I have got my identity card, income-proof and some money,

I then go to a computer showroom, to buy new one, on loan,

And I stepped out blank; loan cannot be given to an old man.

 

I have a dream to give my grandson a good health and future,

And perhaps I lost the balance, as parents of the toddler say,

The kid is theirs; they know better ways to make the kid worthy

 

For living with high esteem, I cannot be an educator,

They say, I may be a mute observer, I cannot welcome new age

And the new living pattern, and for my balance, they will give me

 

One sandalwood stick for my morning walking,

My dream is my burn, I have to draw curtains upon my life,

The harder image of life pushes me beyond light.

 

 

 

UNDAVALLI CAVE, THE MARVELOUS ANCIENT ROCK-CUT TEMPLE

THE LADY SMILES

The lady smiles, before she knows her smile,

She looks on the mirror, more reflections on her eyes. 

LOVE AND WISDOM

Her lips are bitten,

Feeling is moving

On fingertips,

Sites are wholly gestures

Of sweet response,

Over soft skin,

Blood gets approval,

Over satisfaction,

Leaning inside tight grips,

Life is full of desires,

She stares at him,

Following what he says

Into her ears,

Whispering sounds

Of love and something

About imagining

Of the life between

Love and wisdom.

LOVE OF A GRANDMOTHER

When mother is away on duty,

When baby son is left at home,

When the world needs caring for the infant,

The grandmother becomes beloved one,

She comes and gives bath to her grandson,

Who then soundly sleeps after bottled milk-feeding.

The caring grandmother stays for several hours,

As if she is like a lesson for loving her grandson,

She loves all - her husband, her son, her daughter-in-law,

She does it all the time, today and tomorrow,

Since she came in the family, and remains as guardian,

Emotionally and profoundly she does her duty.

She does not work for money,

She wants peace in the family,

She likes to love and be loved by all,

Yet she is alone as confusion runs inside,

As if she is the blue sky with gentle trust,

That all members do not understand.

She is like a crown upon family-mirror,

Its image does hold no reflections,

She is like a running figure, none can think about,

Sea wave cannot be measured, she is like that,

She is an ordinary woman, a simple housewife,

She likes to embrace pathos for her loved one.

THE GREAT CURIOSITY

The reward and curious is the world

In tender eyes of the child, among

Strange and new things to be known

On road, in corn field, on the horizon,

While sitting at feet of grandfather,

Making the child acquainted with tales

And visions of the earth, dusk to dusk. 

FIRST CRITICISM OF POETRY BOOK, Three Poems

First criticism of my first poetry book, THREE POEMS, by Abul Mazan, published in a small literary Bengali journal, AMRITALOK-104, (ISSN 0971-4308), in its June 2005 isssue, edited by Samiran Majumdar, Paschim Medinipur, WB, INDIA

HAPPY SMILING OF GRANDSON

With sweet smile,

The baby stands in love of

Grandmother, happy invention.

She smiles

In her happiness

Behind grandson’s smiling.

Sparkling smiling

Of baby grandson

Drapes across her countenance.

Love of grandmother,

To get her grandson

In sweet smiles, everlasting.  

HEALING TOUCH OF THE GREEN

Moving through natural garden,

I am on board of an electric train,

With a ticket to go Guntur, AP,

Bringing my baggage on the board.

Green, passing by speedily,

With hill-tops moving in curved line,

Contour of binding line elates the scene,

Outside of our moving train.

The winter day passes on journey,

A well designer creates a new scene

That contemplates slops of green passage,

Trees are like scarf moving behind.

I am arising like tenant of life,

In the percept of green-birth,

As if looking glass is green resort,

The earth makes images, beauty of the nature.

I feel proud in the gentle mirth

Of the nature hurriedly passing my vision,

Amid concrete constructions, stations, towns,

Those are waking in the vast natural stream,

I am moving, surrounding glory fills mind,

And someone makes everything sharp,

Around the vision, and ripe food grains

Are to be collected and recollected, near river basins.

Enormous source for surviving plight,

Keeps us all in salt and in honey

Of the great creation over the earth,

Breathing, and imploring what is more in cycle.

Of our life, love makes our courage

With all the nature’s things, we are participating,

In best performance of our dream,

Mind gets healing touch with the earth’s green. 

I AM MISSING SOMETHING

I am missing something,

I imagine my work to be done

Not in smoke, but in colorful strokes,

In liberal way of existence

And I want to make it a space station,

Promising platform for aspiration,

But all my attempts are settled

Into compromise, in clogged force,

As if a heavy fog hovers over in my life,

Horizon is not seen,

The great blue line has lost its abundant race,

And I am moving into nothingness.

I am missing something,

My leg slips from intimation,

Fingers are not on my skin,

I cannot stare steadily over arousal,

Sounds of my love go beyond selection,

I am brought to the bottom of love.

I am missing something,

As a solo performer, I am dull,

As a touching man, I am cool,

I cannot put wit to my living pattern,

I put myself in neatly inside of solitude,

I am lost in the rigged sound of world.

My dream gets an axe-blow in echo of life,

And I do not understand the world. 

THE RISING SUN OVER WAVE OF ROOF-TOPS

The rising sun,

First light, cool and soft,

Comes over counting of roof-tops

Into first sight, serene,

Above town and over high-rise buildings,

Not surrounding with the scene,

Counting of sea waves,

Yet in the deep of heart of town,

Wave of roof-tops forms waves

Of astonishing scene of concrete work,

That will merge in our daily scene 

To see and to help interplay of

Counting our life-span,

Merging with stunning window and the sky,

In the context of housing boxes,

Alongside the nature’s gift to see the sun-rise,

Either from hill-tops or from sea-waves.

THE BLUE IN FOG

The blue in fog

Morning mist peers in loneliness

In quest of life. 

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.

SLEEPING BEAUTY IN FOG

Sleeping beauty in fog,

The nature sleeps in winter dawn,

In green grass song. 

LOVING MEMORIES

Time passes in time,

Man or woman goes in time,

As I am travelling in speeding train,

Looking outside of the natural scene,

And I think of the time

That is relative,

With the stars moving

Or brightening the sky,

As if I see the love,

Kissing and cuddling

On the past day,

As if I am one of them

Who are listening sounds of life,

In heart and in rain,

When the green covers body reign,                             

And I live in seasons of the nature

Mature with recollection

Of our touching and caring

Our loved one.

Time will come

When I will sink in memories,

To think life is journey

With love and battle,

Like up and down contour

Of the hill and the terrain,

Masterful enclave

Of the nature with dream,

In presence of our deeds.  

WE WALK WITH POETRY AT INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST, 2012, GUNTUR, INDIA

We walk with poetry,

We move in light of poetry

In life, like stars. 


Note: Ms. P. Nagasuseela and Mr. P. Gopichand are two intelligent masters of organizational capability, conducting this International Poetry Fest at JKC college, Guntur, AP, India, since 2008.

2. Prof. Pornpen Hantrakool of Thailand helped me to get this picture. 

THE POETIC BLISS – AN ANTHOLOGY, INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST, 2012, GUNTUR, AP, INDIA

Poetry, beloved images,

Printed pages are beauty of words

Companion of life. 

POETS AT INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST – 2012, GUNTUR, INDIA

Assembly of poets,

Colorful vision round the creation,

On the earth, life’s dewdrops.

HEART OF LOST HEART

The acquaintance goes outside

Of my web page ecstasy. It is a broken singing.

The scent and hue of our daily talks lost in web jungle,

The airy space is now a passing light.

Once we talked like rain of words falling,

Upon glass window, with resonance and passion,

My fingers run over keyboard to bring bubbles of love,

Until dark horizon came on the compliant mode.

Now I sit down on the web page alone, I often call her

Over phone, and recorded voice tells me

The telephone number is not in service,

One moment I have a deep sigh.

Behind the glass screen, I do not know what

She is doing, absence from me is a fence over the passion,

That was once our talks and understanding each other.

As if tons of love has the earth between me and her.

Space on the earth has done connections like burn,

Web sand piles are now over our heart, a greedy web surge,

It bends everyone and then makes vacuum

That braces over life and burn, heart of lost heart.

Color is gone, I still on the fencing braces of learning,

I have to go on break after break, as wave breaks and forms

Over oceanic character of love and gravitation,

I still love a break of loneliness, thinking she will come again.

BALANCING LOVE

She bounces

She wants to share performance,

She is young, she is fortune.

She moves along line of union,

That shows body curves, nice,

Dividing sections, soft.

Flexibility, crossing legs,

Whispers inwardly warm journey,

Over exciting eyes.

She supports fine balancing,

To protect love,

Like caring a tender sapling. 

When she walks,

She is bold to know the world,

She thinks she is at the highest                                                                                                  

Moments of life,

She is host of colors,

Worldly life, rainbow in mind.

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.

LOVE IS LOVE

Water-wave forms life to occupy the sea,
Travelers put fingers to trace cool flowing in sands,  

Unevenly pressure makes pleasure in beloved eyes, 

Water soaked beach makes prominence of lovers,
 Men and women make rooms, awaiting for love
Comfortable on the earth on the moving sequence,

Love is love, on passage of life's journey, 
Like desire of mountain to touch the sky, 

The blue sky sets our desire on open mirrors,

We are in timely flames in the act of appearance, 

With our approaches, we like to be insider. 
Not willing to disappear from rooms built with prayers. 

LOVE LOST IN THE VAST WORLD

In the internet flowing of messages, images,

You come in your page and video stream,

With your beauty in valley of thousand likes,

Where from I began singing love songs,

I dig it with your pretty eyes,

And with your loving countenance,

I admire it for long time of wishful messages,

For love and sequences of offering ring,

That I win on my loving whispers,

And your absence, it seems love is done,

Becomes great stealing prisons of love,

With assurances of pains of feeling,

I am in that sense of losing a part of life,

With remembrance of your past presence.

And answers of love are sweetest songs of the earth.

When she bents, I see her back,

Hands covering her breasts, over her shoulders,

She is beautiful, like swimming lady with

Night meditation, a sequence of hair falling,

Upon my eyes, and I can smell loving pleasure,

With her high and low breathing over life

That is the source of loving movements

With fragrance of flower that she uses in perfume,

And her body becomes one source of mingling

In the watery wall of swinging delight,

It is now a message of love and dream of the past.

In search of identity, I am like monsoon cloud,

I look on your face that is like a loving woman,

And it is the sequence of signaling ordeals of light,

With many things of sustaining stories,

And these are the wishful assets of happiness,

Healing touch moving over love and its doctrine,

Flowing away gently, doing nothing on my calling,

I think it is a dream, as if winds of love caught

For a moment, I just get past of snowy living. 

THE GREAT-GRANDMOTHER AND HER GREAT-GRAND BABY

This poem is for Mrs. Suchitra Bhowmik

Age by age she passes eighty two years,

With life, having lightness and darkness,

Now she has one friend who is baby

And she is not known for the time being,

As life have fractions on tiny family,

Living far away, with occasional visits,

To the great-grandmother, who is

Perfectly living with existing force,

Yet feeble to recognize her nearest one,

It is like claim and reclaim of time cloak

Over the stage of cell bounding events,

The baby is acquainted with parents

And little with grandmother,

Now renewal for acquainting with

Mother of grandmother is distant aspect,

The baby is bewildered, and cries,

The baby does not rest with her embrace,

Yet it is great energy to hold the baby

With other hand that is known or unknown,

It is the life of creation,

And we all move with the significance,

And the baby is energy of our living,

With passage of time, we are disciples

Of the great creation, we are bounded in. 

DEVOTEES OF GODDESS DURGA

The grandson lonely

Moves for what can be

His terms of protection

On the pandal of Goddess Durga

Who mounts on Her pet lion,

In Her legendary win in the war

With Asura Mahishasura,

Along with four children, on Her altar,

And we worship Her for peaceful living

With Her gracious presence

With Her blessing upon us,

She stands for all blessings,

Upon us with our dreams

And Her wining zeal,

With movement of judgment and colors,

With glory and promises,

With glittering light of mind,

From the baby to the old devotee,

Obedient to acquire consciousness,

For defending honest sacrifice,

In the searching of love and peace,

In the battle of good and evil,

On the long way of perfectness

Of becoming well being,

For living with peace and happiness.

LOVE AND BURN

She wants

A realm of love

On a fantastic term,

Sharing moments

With someone,

Very careful

Like winter dew

Standing high on

Grass leaves

Conflicting with the sun,

It is term of love,

To live with

Loving sun,

And the sun is creator

Of warmth of love

To engulf its love

On the blasting surface,

With helium on burn,

The nature revolves

Around the light and term.

She wants a home,

With a new window

That can pass light

Through its wings,

With lips kissed,

Close to body touching,

In body moisture,

Over time and again,

Sensing time’s need,

With life and loving feed

For another journey

With delight of awakening.

HAIKU: GODDESS DURGA

Blissful eyes,

Her valiant looks on war field,

With more motherly flair. 

LET US PRAY ON HAPPY DURGA PUJO

Join with us,

Time of worship,

Mother Goddess

Devi Durga

On Her way

To the earth,

Lotus virtues,

So joyously

So womanly,

So motherly,

So valiantly,

With Her grandeur,

Full of Her blessings.

Let us pray good wishes

To live peacefully, happily,

With Her divine delight. 

DEVI DURGA

You look direct to the earth,

You look direct to the evil,

You look direct to the celestial ambiance,

You look direct to future of the earth.

You are feminine power

Your eyes are dazzling with rightful vision,

Yet your eyes are cool with motherly feeling,

You are the nature eminent with devotion.

When you turn towards evils, you hold weapons,

Rudra's trident, Vishnu's discus,

Indra's thunderbolt, Brahma's kamandalu,

Kuber's Ratnahar, and more.

The goddess of the earth, the great reverence

You do hold; more, more you slay Asuras,  

Madhu, Kaitabha, and Sumba and Nisumba

And Mahishasura, and you are maker of Asuras’ grave.

All we worship you, our only love, to love you,

We all serve you, all serving people we are.

Our prayer is delivered on your honor,

On every walk of hard ways of existence.

You come to protect us from fearful demons,

You are the rescuer from all ills of life,

You are mother;   you come on this earth,

Resting on lion’s shoulders, along with four children.

The sky is blue, and clouds are white, flowing,

And drums are tuned and played in completeness,

We feel the dew’s feeling in mind,

All are beautiful and new with your arrival.

All homes are in mirth with your coming here,

Charming autumn has melted in colorful spirits,

We are all faithful in worshiping you,

With Seuli flowers’ sweetened fragrance all around.

We love you, sweet Mother Goddess, not forget you,

While the earth’s turbulent bearing does come upon us,

No ill desire or hope does conquer upon our heart,

Hope for peaceful living, blissful desire bestows upon us. 

Let these golden days stay in our life, with hope and shine,

Generation after generation we do hold the blissful endeavor,

With glittering aspects of Mother Goddess, Devi Durga,

Let us take dip in Her divine beauty of life and world with her blessings.  

PRAYER TO GODDESS DURGA

This year I get in touch

Of the place of devoting for blessings,

Of Goddess Mother, Devi Durga,

Feminine supremacy upon the universe,

Upon the people of the earth,

And I have the faith in beauty,

That our gracious Mother does come

From Heavenly abode for peace and wellness,

I am enlightened by shining of beautiful mother,

And I feel the courage to hold love of life,

Time and again, on getting relief,

The glorious way She gives to her devotees,

All prayers are for glittering beauty of life,

Hope, highest bliss, peace and love.

--

Picture Credit: 

Debajyoti Biswas

PLEASE PAY ME WHEN YOU CAN AFFORD TO PAY THE PRICE

One hundred one windows,

Light coming out from famous building,

There are rumors, affluent mouths, and

Massage parlors, and a swimming pool,

Design Empire of locality is landmark to locate streets.

And behind the building, no light is there,

The lane behind the street as if dark day on the ground,

It is one ancient lane of secrets of living.

There is another life behind the street,

Always it is at dusk, light is gloomy,

All crowded workers living, serving others,

People here do live, they buy essentials at one small shop

And there only an electric bulb gives slanting light.

It is here with hundred years of history,

Everyone is here careful while walking on road,

Street dogs bark if strangers come to find someone.

The shop owner is young man sitting with bare body exposing,

He is smiling always to serve people, who buy groceries.

Small quantity of cosmetics is there for younger people,

Flamboyance is here reduced to daily needs,

On query he says, “I am ignorant of wealthy visage,

I am bearer of ancient ethics of my forefathers,

I know I have now to take risk of lending commodities,

To all people who come here to buy things of their needs.”

He puts one placard on the wall of his shop,

“Selling items on credit is my living,

No hiding ecstasy does relate to me.

Turnover of my business is limited to needs of living.

Please pay me when you can afford to pay the price.”

My Poem This Picture Contest: FLOWERS

Here is my poem This Picture Contest: July / August 31, 2012
at Sketchbook,  A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms

FLOWERS: Free Verse Serial Number 7

MY HAIKU THREAD

Here is my Haiku thread : July / August 31, 2012
at Sketchbook,  A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms

My Haiku thread serials

# 16

# 78

# 80

# 82

at The following thirty-three poets from eleven countries have contributed 172 Haiku to the July / August 31, 2012-43 "vegetable(s)" Haiku Thread

MY HAIKU, HAIJIN

Here is my poems,  at SSH 4 Contest: July / August 31 
at Sketchbook,  A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms

Fourteen haijin from seven countries contributed haiku to SSH 4

Contestant No. 06: Asim Kumar Paul, IN 

Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: DRAMAS AND FREEDOM

                                       Tropical Toxic Art Illustrated By Asaf and Tomer Hanuka

                                     Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom

On marching towards

Hundreds of ways of conflicts,

To the gates of war and death,

To the hate factor with songs,

Flowers are deemed humorous,

For a little longer, thinking of freedom,

Hope is there for different protests,

The image is bright, it is a drama. 

MISSING LOVE

We are souls

Moving in mysterious ways,

We are souls

Of a nation, tears coming out,

Floating between

Board meeting and

Living in hanging,

Caught in uphill task

That we cannot make viable

For our rescue for better substance

For our existence, as we are

Bereft of sanctity,

And in fractures,

We have no purpose

Or dream,

Love is now a defect,

It is in missing segments,

As souls of distant

State of being is in cells

Disabled us to move in array,

Blood is pouring out.  

MY PRETTY LOVING BEAUTY

In all seasons of my life,

I have traveled a long way,

To hold loving delight,

In my mind, in my folding of arms,

The touching of very beauty,

That will have essence to tell me

About the score of life, and

Sweet spells of the life and the moment,

Drifting tide in my veins,

On its way to my heart,

The very enthralls of my feeling,

That I can hold and give security,

It is way of my loving sacrifice for her.

Like a flower she comes,

Respiration does hold the charm,

I only try to say,

“Pretty things are for adoration,

And accepting it is like

Dissolving in love, when mind is

Eager to meditate in its liberation.”

She then equips her beauty

To hold me in deep of her beating heart,

It is like dissolving in sensation,

I mingle with moves of realization,

It is her love that is my delight. 

Note: This poem first published in Creative Outlet Ventures

on a discussion of my poem, ON BEATING OF DRUMS in LinkedIn.com 

I AM NOT A POET

I am not a poet in poetry survey,

I am in dispute, for writing poetry,

From the avenues of life to center of thought,

I am common of commons on receiving solitude,

As I have nothing to offer -

I cannot offer charms,

I cannot offer dreams,

I cannot offer social justice or support,

I cannot bring hope in my words,

I cannot make resonance in word-rhythm,

I cannot make sweet music on prosody,

I cannot move one in enjoyment, in sense of love,

I cannot make a journey as a little jewel,

That holds the tameness for reading my poem,

Yet I write to hold my acquaintance

With the world that is divine on its love

For what exists on its surface as object,

And I want to learn from every object,

I want to cheer existence of all objects here,

And I want to find my way to word in word,

Those are new to me, and I do not hear earlier,

As everything on this earth

Supremely exists, even in loneliness.

Funny Bunny Fridays Week 13: THE LITTLE CHILD AND THE SUNLIGHT

http://purpletreehouse.blogspot.in/2012/10/funny-bunny-fridays-week-13-has.html

My little grandson wants to catch sun-rays,

I feel seeing it a lot of fun,

My query is not like that of little one,

My feet want to control the baby on run.

His little fingers move in light

He cannot hold it on the right,

I am still chasing around his crawling,

And to protect him I run close to him.

With eagerness he looks at sun-rays

Falling upon floor through window,

He has to wait for many days,

To grow up to know the way.

Long way on his great curiosity,

He smiles and tries to hold rays,

As if these are solid objects,

My funny things are his curiosity.

I think sunlight is his gracious vision,

Little things are so important on our life,

His little hands want to rein the existence.    

WINDOW OF LOVE

You with blushing smiles,

Do come on your planned way,

Mingled with wild ethos

Those get change on the grace,

On a day in winter season,

Snow yet to fall on yellow surface

Of the earth, enriched in random choice,

I live with this dream.

You come on my way,

To ask me what I want

On the feather skin, soft like melting dew,

On grass, hands on the shore,

To hold your chin to look into your eyes,

And then ride on oceanic mystery,

Wind and swing of words,

Will bring waterfall on secret charms,

And I will mingle in your bloom,

Careful in your pursuits,

Moving me in your touch,

On the vast exploration of the earth,

Expression can build the expectation.

It gives me tide

That opens the window of love,

The speech of life begins in syllables.             

LIFE AND DESTINY

I run on faults,

I have come a long way,

I know I have to run,

And effortlessly I have to understand,

The bearing of simmering burden

On my back,

To reach to the sea

That is my aim,

That is meant for me,

And time brings conclusion

To live on sharp razor-edge,

Smell on smell

Word on word

With body in pain,

Over fire of speeches

Delivered by others,

Who are making differences,

Between common and uncommon,

Between reality and dream,

And I think of my faults,

As generality of living

For my life and destiny. 

PHONE, CAMERA AND THE INTERNET

Phone in shades of color

With aluminum backing

Or plastic-rubber casing,

With touch screen

Is now essential for talking

Hello in the morning,

Far from countries across boundaries,

And we sit on communicative world,

Vibrant as a galaxy over sound around life,

We are moving talking on talking,

Stirring the wave in the air,

Through aptitude of our innovations.

Amazing things are cameras

With Wi-Fi stream that moves

Cloud to cloud to show pictures

On realm of eyes over our life,

That is enlightened with imaging perception,

Over human existence

With the life and the nature,

With images running before eyes,

Eager to learn for gallants and fancies

Of our creation and participation

With reflections of life,

Inclined mainly on photographic treasures.

And in the very existence

Internet has prudently creates

Connections over interpretations of life,

And continues to find time, and ensuing events

From pictures of our primary activities,

To the world of knowledge and messages,

Like funny things as consumers,

Giving the earth’s grace,

That is filled with happy or angry reflections

And we move about our forms and contents,

With which we move over ages and pursuits.

We are living now in websites and on line consumption.