SUMMER

SUMMER

Cool morning,

Summer sun,

Brown flower greets banana green,

Birth has roots down on the earth,

In the nature, none can obscure the sun,

Birth as a gift that travels like light,

With records of name, address, story,

No need to stop at doorsteps of ashes,

Because, scorching sunrays burn only

Pirate amoeba, infected, to immaculate a body,

Incidents flow like noun, across a sentence, 

With subject and predicate, spine in a body, 
So many bodies cannot travel on wings of light
And fall on the ground and are dispersed into two - 
Exorcism and hymns of spirits - different forms of
The first born, it brings bodies arranged in 

Hell and heaven, drifting away from origin,

Veiled attempt to hell, inward knowing

To heaven, and it makes morning sun scale gaze,

Language gets momentum, and it is noon when

All tests are done to burn stained attempts.

We owe longing,  and thereby whole essay so formed

Feeds contention, conclusion, far away

From ashes, as our eyes condemn burning

Of dreams, even if land becomes infertile,

That the nature suspects it cannot be. 

SUMMER

SUMMER 01

In the summer,

Commuters suspend journey

In nacked sun-rays,

Burning sensation

On the face,

Body feels irritation

Water dried out,

A lazy and drowsiness

Feeling foments,

While walking

Under heat wave.

A few passersby,  

Road looks deserted,

Black pitch heated

Burns shoe,

Feet feel burning sensation,

Whispers of the green

A rest for a little time

Under the cool shadow,

It nourishes body

For another walk

Just to reach home

Quickly. 

SUMMER 02

Summer in its roughness

With heat wave of sun-rays

Sets up

Stench of sweating

To commuters

And they move

To complete work

Destined to their way

In mid-noon song.

Greens point to flowers

For something,

Life is there

At the tips of every

Odds of life, beauty honored. 

TANKA

Summer morning clouds,

Little, yet covering the sun

On the river Hoogly,

Buildings in Kolkata stand

On the bank in grey out line.

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.

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. 

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. 

SENIOR CITIZEN 2

It is a life where seniority comes on the way,

Senior citizens are like headlines of the journey,

And before its course begins, one knocks one’s rights,

And when age grows, passage of long way gives

Stony thrust, black hair turns like white grass

Then comes burns like the sun of the day that turns white,

 

Then comes sense of alertness, the kids are far away

From this age of tranquility and solvency, those are

Cool winds in summer, measured in experience,

And this is once narrated by one of friends, who has

Only option to live at a place where none is there

To put blockade on mind’s journey, and he wants

 

To live alone if a free minded person is not found.

He wants to walk with walks of his wife and kids,

He wants to smell wet-smelling of soil, in rain,

Still he is searching a place where this crazy-steaming ends.