Wednesday, 22 July 2015
EVERY NIGHT BECOMES NIGHTMARE TO ME.
Every attempt in life
has been destroyed by faulty decision,
Plans denied by nearest
and dearest ones, as if all my attempts
Are not fit to the
whims of their mindwear, those need to
Pass through their
mentor section that also vagabonds do
Things of
semi-notorious means of waving hands of acting
In more cramping and
wired way to life performance they
Do act as their best
way of thinking and impacting like
Fireflies splintering
short life dancing around that fire,
Burning alongside,
even though they has passed through
University education,
yet they are galvanized to thinking
Imperfect monitoring,
making cracks in my whole plan,
And lastly I have to
abandon it on ground that I am the fool.
Indefinite way of
other meaning of spending time with
Failed attempts like
enzyme of rotten mangoes, acting
With abandoned technique, once, more than once
They travel like
dignified creatures upon the earth,
Those are wonders and
winners of their act, without
Having training from
renowned thinkers, and denying them
Instead, taking no
measure to refresh their knowledge
They travel with
elated attitude upholding all acts
They perform as their
victory over old fools who are
Nothing but breathless
setting of confusion and illusion,
They very easily drop
out old values like spilled water
That was once their
life line, and they forget it deliberately.
Every night is
nightmare to me; I have to swim over this ridiculous pond,
With the hope that green
is there, bird is there, home is there.
Sunday, 19 July 2015
Saturday, 18 July 2015
FLYING IN THE SKY
Airplane has no dream;
it can fly like a bird,
It has style, it has
machine,
Man creates machine,
and flies in it.
It is visible as man
thinks it has that home,
Because man has dream to
have picture
Of that flying in the
sky, children express
Joy seeing it in the
sky and photographers
Take snap of it, for advertisement
and
For showing contest in
their skill and beauty
How to have something
to love and enjoy
Over the boardroom of
our creative whims
Growing on learning for
life and own form
To perform and manage
how it becomes
The best vehicle to
travel on the best way,
No nervousness does
come, at least for
The time, in transit over
colorful screen.
Saturday, 11 July 2015
LONESOME WILL FOR SURVIVAL
The man with age of 70 years, being incapable of walking
From his childhood, gets an occasion of speaking for
himself
That is all he has to tell about, in flash of glittering
of his eyes.
He is still energetic; mentally he behaves as an epic
sheet
Of life, with thought to sweep over excursion of leading
voice,
I become poignant to his appearance of determination.
His teeth are strong, utterance superior to anyone in the
town,
And tones of voice brilliant to hear and sort of
dominance,
“I have struggled much, mistakes are there, yet I survive.”
As if all words are an anthology of poetic prominence,
We have to hear him, nostalgic he is sometimes, yet
sublime.
He bears no complexity; poetic is his mind, the only
photo
That pegged on the wall of his room is of MichaelMadhusudan Dutta,
He has tones of cutting, burning, creating of iconic
salvation
And talking with him is like talking with a learned
emissary
From the moon, taking the listener as his admired
visitor, and he says,
“I am useless either for the society or for the familial peer,
yet I survive.”
Thursday, 9 July 2015
MORNING FLOWER
You have bloomed in simple raining
I watch you closely in the morning
Dripped in raindrops with smiling
Wind blowing slowly, and scare you for viewing.
You have charm that brings joy we share
You hold the beauty and sense of loving
With better living and brighter hope for smiling
That feeds me courage for next beginning.
Monday, 6 July 2015
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
BENGALI NEW YEAR 1422
Bengali New Year comes
with breathing
Red in the April.
In blooming towards
greeting
Krishnachura declares
its significance
We touch our life, too
passionately.
Red Krishnachura
describes the glance
Towards Bengali New
Year 1422, as if
It says come, enjoy
the elegance
I am well in deciding
vigor and happiness
It is symbol of
interior design
In the nature and in
our life.
Wednesday, 4 March 2015
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.
Tuesday, 3 March 2015
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.
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