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. 

DREAM

At the time of busy hours

Every launch takes crowd

From random walks of life

Till busy corridor gets empty

Or thin crowd overboard.

The launch has that capacity

Simply for larger role that plays.

Distance is comparable to

Combining molecules those make

Cell-formation within phase to phase

Preferences, altogether we all behave,

As if drowned zeal to surface dream.

We all float from dream-bank

Where lies dream-station, waiting and

Recomposing our voyage to other bank

Across the river that portrays flowing of

Mystery of working silence on the horizon

Being it the great assimilation, moving is

Always greater than rehearsed appearance.

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. 

THE LITTLE BOY

When the little boy is given
New garments, he wears them
And begins running into the room,
And his parents become happy
To take snap of joyfulness
Of their son, they think once
They were little ones and so were
They joyful when they received
New clothes to wear from parents
They then did feel good and moved
Around the house to tell friends
Their parents loved them
Like other who were their friends,
The world moves with these waves
Like sea wave never ends forming wave.

A PHOTO AND A POEM

Here is a photo and a poem

THE SUBARNAREKHA

THIS ROAD

This road across the river bed

Makes me remember

Time has passage

For livelihood

For home

With sequence of events

And this river

Turns into a stream,

Again in rainy season

It turns to a monster river.

I stand at one bank and other bank

Is visible as if it is

Parallel line far away

With pillars being constructed

For a long concrete bridge

Along breadth of the river

All objects and all shadows

Just make matter motto:

Cross the river, and reduced the distance

For journey we pertain everyday

For living in busy sprain

We are facing daily like

Nailing a wooden block                                       

For building a make- shift bridge

We are walking on time and again.

The Subarnarekha stays with life and time. 

THE RIVER, SUBARNAREKHA

In one winter morning this year,

I stand upon a make-shift wooden bridge

Upon the flowing of the river, Subarnarekha,

Sunlight sparkling on waters

Light-bubbles dancing,

Looping and pulling time and tide alongside.

Moving fast with bouncing waves,

Glittering episode of life just survives with joy

Sharing and glowing with great integration.

I come here sixty years later

Of my childhood, and that time I stood here,

Played with water and sand,

And childhood memories do not mess

With present happenings, all are going

With anchor and shore,

With distance and dream,

The river Subarnarekha flowing with gleam. 

Note: This poem is written in celebrating Thursday poets Rally, Five Year Anniversary ,  Week 79, January 14 - 27, 2015, i.e. January 14, 2010 -January 14, 2015.

Hyde Park Poetry: Referring week 78: inspiration of the week (29): Singing in the rain

Hyde Park Poetry: Referring week 78: inspiration of the week (29): Singing in the rain



I like Singing in the rain at Hyde Park Poetry.



Here is another link of rain poetry:

RAIN:Poetry Album 

TANKA

Winter morning

Tourists throng to enjoy sea

Wave in this New Year

The sun hides in the cloud

To see the tide and the pride. 

IN THE WINTER SKY

In the winter sky

Fog has shadowed eyes

Airplane passes sight

HAIKU

Winter harvesting,

Paddy corn still lying in field,

Green seeds, life-cycle.         

CHILDHOOD

CHILDHOOD 

RED SUN TAKES LEAP (TANKA)

Red sun takes leap

Above horizon and hills

Greens awakening

Morning gets quantum with joy

Life is worthy, yielding pride. 

INNOCENT RAINDROPS

Wheel of the car takes raindrops with its spin

Road does resist it, innocent raindrops get tangled

Under this tension whose presence widens

Lawful curves strangled between road and wheel.

CLOUD AT AJODHYA HILLS BEFORE HUDH HUDH CYCLONE

Just a painting brush makes strokes

With dark blue color in the sky.

Grey clouds make intentional arrival in the dawn

Wind circling over sea, nine hundred miles’ away

The sky never owns darker shade in its skin

Blue is simple, beautiful in its own prettiness

Even a child can see it and sing a song of beauty

That needs not extra freshness with color shades.

It is dawn; patchy colors give some signals of storm

Crust of the earth does not reflect sunlight,

The sky needs no favor, it shows the truth.

Some enrollment of weather’s new product

Just begins hovering over either near or at far,

We will face the catastrophe, swinging in the sky

As if a painting brush paints darker

Side of the nature’s summoning.  

THE CLOUD AND THE MOON

Why the cloud feels proud to hide the moon

Upon its journey, so many past and present thrills

The moon crosses the effect, in its trilling smiles,

And slowly makes its presence in the sky’s fore front. 

THE VILLAGE ROAD (TANKA)

Village road reaches

To many rural land sites

The villager walks

In the morning sunlight

The green creates pleasing sight.

TRANSITION OF THE EARTH

While moving in a train, it comes to my view,

The front of hills, the front of greens,

The front of clouds, the sky is ready to take

Everyone in its review, the day is bright, playing

Hide and seek with sunlight, shadowy and sunny,

Visible with clarity, greeting cheers, forming

Day time dance, almost singing, birds flying,

Essence of freedom is full of sense and tense.

The day is full of caesura, lines of a verse

Window of the train becomes passage of the earth,

As if it is classic awakening, pretty wellness, arising

From the dark, we are responding with singing,

Cadence with time and travel, wondering scene,

Sprouting of joy and introduction of rain, forming

Fortune of pupil’s vigor, we are experiencing it.

This nature’s royal attire reinvented, priceless. 

THE HILL ROAD (HAIKU)

The hill road, divine,

It is curved as our life

Gliding in green hymn.