RAIN DROPS (TANKA)

Rain drops spill over

Leaves, the nature takes bath

And develops colors

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.  

                                                                                                                             

TANKA

Cloud simmers with rain

Wind blows it past hills and plains

Nostalgic is greens

It’s rice harvesting season

All are expecting raining. 

COVER PAGE OF MY FIFTH POETRY BOOK ON RAIN, PUBLICATION DATE STILL UNKNOWN

Note: Cover page has been changed and it is in the YouTube at the link
          http://youtu.be/alzLTtAyP94 

COLLEGE SQUIRE LAKE

Rain just stops falling,

I come out from a shade of a shop

In the street of College Squire,

Kolkata gets path of swaying of rain.

I stop at College Squire Lake,

A mist hovers in circling strangeness,

Lake water cool and vibrant with little waves,

Magical moments, behold decent calmness.

Rain holds easiness upon the earth,

It is the source of charming apparel

In sequence of philosophical tune,

I just take the path of remembering

Of those days when I came here

For taking a dig into career

Forty five years back, and to me now

This lake is like something born

Behind glossary of connective terms

Those are still musical in heart of

Roving life with significant zeal to survive,

In the heights of remembering the past. 

RAIN DROPS

Tiny rain drops, tiny leaves hold the bliss

Wider preference, wider dwindle for the life,

To play inner beauty holding the key

For proud and rejoice of the rainy season.  

RAIN IS COMING

There is construction in the dark cloud

Magic information old building shares,

Noting 64 seconds over traffic halts, for

Beginning of journey, city-streets perform.

Dark shade pointed to formation of water

In the rainy season, darkness hovering around,

Rain will come down with dancing bounce,

Life begins in a chain of communication

With hot weather of summer, an integrated

Affirmation with life’s sentiment for best guides,

We are on the way to make halts in raindrops’ verse,

For another passage that leads to our existence in the hearts.

SINGING OF RAIN

First rain drifted over the land of cultivation,

This time it lays an emphatic shower for

A green blanket stretched to horizon,

Water makes lotus seeds sprout, and fills all

Nearby ditches with water, to the brim,

Lotus stem holds leaf floating,

Making them get bloomed on water-island.

Farmers start tilting mud on paddy field,

As if light reflected on water drops in cloud

To form green light passing through

Prism of life that carries singing of life,

What journey is is for life’s turn,

Meaning to go on to possess long wing,

Ahead of our dreams, to live with food grains. 

CLOUD AND KRISHNACHURA

Krishnachura no longer in the firmament

At summer’s ending with cloud’s hovering,

Yet little bunches of red asylum still prevails,

Like taking a little flight at the grace of longing,

Let summer welcome rainy season’s vow.

Mind is open to greet rain, and rain waits to wet

Roots of tree that may give blooming more red

In space of the blue and the red in connoisseurs

Of life’s travel through the nature - lighting and breathing,

That we like to have with silver and diamond rewarding.

This music in a string, visual presence shows grand

As lore of mother earth we hear beside our stand

The pleasant melody filling our existence within,

A cluster of cloud splendor of white screening

With redness in mind to greet new season’s dreaming. 

WONDERFUL CLOUD

These clouds come out from the water of the earth,

They have thoroughfare, as programmed in air-path,

Tossed like tottered walks, yet firm with whitewash,

Making jewel of hovering water, quenching our thirst.

The blue has got the heart to hold them at far,

There they do move in freedom of mind we do search,

Here we upon the earth see their moment of purge

Forming water bubbles, to pour in ponds, tulip and 

Rivers and bodies of the earth, we see through window,

Falling of rain, daisies of life, that we soak in mind,

In dream of life, new life, dwell with founding terms,

Those we build in our source of diamond murmurs. 

THIS CLOUD

This cloud reminds me

When I was in my childhood,

Mother said I was young

To know the world,

Sometimes it is playful

Sometimes it is hurtful

Sometimes it is soothing,

Sometimes it is benign,

But many times it is bliss.

Cloud makes us turn to look

At the life’s vision,

Leading to a standard life,

That is amused with time,

For that reason we do well

And we feel tenderness of blessing

When cloud bursts into rain,

And the world rejoice

With all that it holds on surface.

CLOUD

You are more volatile than summer persists

And so is our breathing, then in heavy rain,

Wet blanket covers sea of warm house-boxes,

Green turns greener, clouds pull coolness,

I am enjoying view of sublime, hovering clouds. 

RAIN

Rain, rain, rain

Midnight silence stirred

By sounds of falling rain drops,

Noisy rhythm fills the air

Breathing of heart feels the thunder.

 

Tin rooftop sounds fiercely,

As if raindrops are fearless

To pierce tin sheds with force

Of bullets, raindrops remain

Thoughtless, with death sentence.

 

We are waiting

With our destiny

Hearing bursting sounds,

We are praying

To have sequence of waves

 

That may cease air surge

That brings softened storms

And we may move to cool forms

Of our living invocation

To understand nature’s navigation.

 

SIMPLE LADY SIMPI BHATTACHARYA, A SIMPLE POEM

Simpy is a young lady

Awarded Honors degree  in English Literature,

She is wise and beautiful

She is preparing for building her career

Esteemed all over within her heart,

How she will see her future,

To get a Masters Degree,

And she has a good affinity in cooking food,

For making palatable Bengali Dishes,

It is her past time.

One rainy day, I was with her family,

As if I was in a tin shed home in a rainy season

Forty years back, standing alone on the corridor,

One young girl that time suddenly arrived and

Took me inside her home and give temporary shelter

To protect me not being wet in rain, and when rain stopped

 I returned home with a great memory on young age romance.

This day Simpy, a daughter of my friend, makes

Dishes of Hilsha fish curry with her cooking experience,

She blushed red when I praise her for taking cooking adventure,

She is curious to make everything  right in order,

She is always in curiosity to know the unknown,

From the great world, it is still full of new things,

And her mother is feeling proud to hear praise of her daughter,

She feels mirror image of her younger age of time

When she was like her daughter thirty five years back.

The world is retrieval of fanciful happening repeating every time.

A RAINY EVENING

This poem is for Miss Riya Bhattacharya                                                                                        

It is raining, my presence and my thinking

Move along evening singing, with rainfall sounds

That make echo and come in room through window,

A clear falling sound of rainwater from rooftop outlet,

Making ground resonate, filled with water clogged,

My friend, being nostalgic, turns to gossip of our old days.

Then his daughter, a research scholar in Economics

Comes forward to have hot tea and hot snacks,

And wearing a rain-coat, goes out like an angel to the market,

Her footsteps sound in rhythm of rain fall, with resonance,

As she is digging clogged water to place feet firmly on ground.

After a while she returns with some food stuff firmly closed,

She is covered  in rain bubbles, looking beautiful in face,

She buys some puffed rice, hot and crispy potato chops,

And she serves lovingly hot tea and hot snacks in this rainy evening,

This makes us stay in gossips and the young lady hears us patiently,

She makes this rainy evening beautiful and charming episode to remember.

THE RAIN, THE GREAT LOVE

The sky is full of clouds, thunders the thunder bolt,

The earth is hard to take water from the rain it gives birth,

Every curve of crust goes to wet and curl in folds of love,

Sensation that grows inside will create reflections and healing.

The sun makes pressure on the crust to correspond with rain,

So long scorching sunrays have evaporated organic fluid of crust,

Water connections are dried up as much hyped stimulation

That has to keep equilibrium the meeting that gives mood of the sun.

Rain, rain, you are sweet treating gain to keep the earth’s sentiment

In stimulation with love that gives birth of healing sensation,

We are the organic erogenous parts of the heaven’s creation,

Love is our brain, as the rain rules the earth’s brain and divinity.

Rain, rain, you are wet network that gives the crust a feeling,

With life in moving in syllable of hymens and speeches of loving,

The wind blows with moistures of cool boost a highest living,

Rain, rain, you are the water path of our contained feeling of existence.  

TEEN’S LOVE IN RAIN

Rain, rain, more rain, I do love rain,

Drop, drop, more drops of rain do send

A comfortable staying in love and rain.

Time, time, more time, rain will fill the earth,

With humble allowance, that supply more love

For the earth where we live in pain,

Rain, rain, more rain, I do love rain.

She goes, studding in private tutor’s home

She reads, takes notes, prepares for class ten,

Good deeds she serves on the shore

That is filled with sweet breeze in cloudy sky.

Pray, pray, more do I pray for rain,

That will bring comfort if I do meet her

In rain, in drops of rain, we do feel love,

Sweet love, it is love in rain, over generations.

I go out, find out the shelter under plastic shade,

And from that position, I want to see

Her beauty, in drops of water on petals

That holds the blooming of lotus.

And slips over the watery life, sequences,

I am eager to live on her sights

All the time from my home to this life,

I do not want cellular life,

I want life of designed way of sacrifice,

And I am in love with sensation,

And for the reason, I stay in shades

Of a pan shop near road side,

To see her, to walk with her,

In permeable of sense of life and love. 

Waiting, more waiting, sweet waiting,

Lastly she comes out with frequent looking,

And I run to her to greet her,

She opens her umbrella in rain,

And says, “Please come in. Do not get wet in rain.”

Note: This is an unedited piece of writing, based

        on only emotions and wording as they come in mind.