Thursday, 4 April 2019

HAIKU chain – A Journey to Kanyakumari





















HAIKU

Spring morning
Travelling in a train,
Unbound knowing.

HAIKU 2

Sunrise above rooftops,
Distant night lamp not put out,
Delight in sun rays.

HAIKU 3

Vast green field
Our train passing through,
Visible dream.


HAIKU 4

Three boats at far,
So tiny they may be sight out,
Freedom of floating.


HAIKU 5

A terrain town  
Curved road to climb a hill top,
Peak of perspective.

HAIKU 6

Walking along dryness,
Dusty road blunts epigram,
Fading greens.

HAIKU 7

A flyover bridge
Beautifully crafted across fields
Around, in our going,

HAIKU 8

Outline of a town,
It bears brick built culture,
Amazing virtue.

HAIKU 9

Planned forest,
Alongside hedges it bears
Thrills of the nature.

HAIKU 10

Spring dusk,
Dithering with setting sun,
Mind left to perch.


HAIKU 11

Railway yard at night
Passengers not in running time,
Slumber train.

HAIKU 12

Train approaches to a
Station, destiny comes,
Repose withheld short.

HAIKU 13

Station at night,
Fewer passengers,
Stillness of lights.

HAIKU 14

Another spring morning,
Rising sun intoned with
Red, count continues.

HAIKU 15

Wind propeller blades,
Generate electricity,
By wind thrust.

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HAIKU 16

Hillside wind farm,
All its power backs up lights,
Life gets its accent.

HAIKU 17

Devi Kanyakumari temple,
With benignity, she is SAKTI,
Sounds of eternity.

HAIKU 18 

Vast Ocean,
Sea view of Kanyakumari town,
Edge on spring sun bath.

TANKA

Two monuments -
Swami Vivekananda memorial rock,
Other one -
Sculpture of Tamil poet and
Philosopher, Thiruvalluvar.


HAIKU 19 

Sunset at sea,
Burning warmth sinking,
For another daybreak.


HAIKU 20 

Another sun rise,
You better hope rising a
Golden day in clouds.



Tuesday, 26 March 2019

HAPPY SPRING BREAK - KANYAKUMARI, INDIA














Spring tour
Sacred place,
Sakti Peetha – Kanyakumari Temple,
Serendipity,
Sea rocks,
Swami Vivekananda Rock Memorial,
Sea waves,
Sea Bath,
Stone Sculpture of
          Tamil poet and Philosopher,
          Thiruvalluvar,
Space for tranquility of mind,
Sea wind brings vitality,
Stayed in tour for three days,
Started for Happy Holi, 2019 at home.


Friday, 8 February 2019

FIRST LOVE ON THIS BRIDGE


Fifty years ago, this bridge was lonely, approach-road was being constructed, no high rise building was there, and sound of the flowing water of channel can be heard.

One day I find a girl used came to this bridge every day in summer, and summer after,
Who drew attention as fuel to see her and to arrange a situation to talk with her,
She might be from a nearby village, now a part of city. One occasion, I ventured to speak rapidly, with syllables quivering with the sense of nervousness, and I said,

-  “Hi, I think you live nearby.”

She did not answer. She stood still, and looked at me with her beautiful eyes, As if I could not stir her silent kingdom for the answer. After a little while, she turned towards her way from where she came. To me, she was interesting and loving.  And I kept my way continuous with my attempts, and she used to come daily, as usual.

One day I went inching closer to her body and immediately after she opened ANCHAL of her sari and swung upon me and I stood like stone draped with beautifully crafted cotton art work of Anchal.

-          “Use this perfume. Then I will talk to you.”

I stood inside her ANCHAL as if I stood on her condition that insisted me to honor her request, that to be saved privately, As if she would give me all her heart if I did perform exactly what she asked. The smell of her body, perfume, beating of heart – all gave me a feeling of love, excitement, newness of young change, desire to stay in this way many a day, a true way to think about, to live about, to touch around, to hold about, to sink within, to dwell with, to obey her words, above this place, this region, and overall above this hemisphere to the universe.

My speech still remains in my heart.



Tuesday, 15 January 2019

POUSH PARBON AND SUBARNAREKHA









Poush Parbon Pithe (Bengal Cuisine)




My childhood around SUBARNAREKHA
Not vivid, I forget its vastness,
Its voice of flowing water,
It was for three years, sixty years back.

Like moving waters, like disturbed banks,
Unexpected floods in rainy days, wake me
Up around beetles in clogged water, in field,
I was eager to announce I am not capped cave,

Rather I am living like images of flowing water
That gives way to possibility of survival
And existence making tracks of wellbeing,
I spend sixty years, outside of glowing SUBARNAREKHA.

Today, in search of childhood, its breath,
A painting just arrives before my eyes,
Quiet arrives with a long beautiful bridge, almost dry riverbed,
Melancholy now holds me in breath.

It is like sight of nature’s game, and also journey
On vast way of my struggle, like water current,
As if I am still listening to the song of flowing waters,
As if love lingers all in heart of my attention,

And I want to say
Love me more,
Comfort me more,
And I want to listen to the echoes of forgiveness. 

Sunday, 13 January 2019

TANKA




Now looking at you
In this morning, I open
My heart to you for
Love, like flowers, to get feeling,
In the warmth of breathing.

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Mind filled with love,
Sun-rays move into colors,
I see the leaves,
Hopeful shore, as a man,
I breathe in the nature.

Friday, 4 January 2019

SPECTACLES


How much you see of the world from your glasses?
Can you see what it is lie?
Can you see what it is anger?
Can your eyes see a lot of beautiful things?
Alas! Your tender and delicate eyes are poor in sight.
Yet you want to see whole of the world from window,
You want to see the world with joy on the new year’s arrival,
The courage you hold to bridge the gap in new dimension of
Love, and I pray for you in this new year-eve, no trouble
Touches you for your journey, just all things may create
A beautiful triangle - your spectacles, the world and the vision,
Towards full recovery to fall all the three in a straight line,
And you will know you overcome the test
And make farewell to your spectacles, your glances are free.