PROGRAMS AND EVENTS

Grown from the perceptible loving flow,

Grown from the teary passage over the bridge,

Open with the loving children dream ground,

Everyone drives with hope and passion,

In our minds and eyes for earthly justice,

Through the fear and tears of catastrophe,

Sometimes we are scared, sometimes

We are benefited with style of silver sun.

Time creates events. She creates one event after reading her heart with her motherly feeling, because she lost her child in an accident. It is time of reviewing of loving bond. It is destiny of changing events. Some events cannot be frozen, because moving like birds always is everything as none wants to be ended. and there are programs when students gather to sing for a cause in searching of living branches of memories along the way of collective symmetry in the nature, like, the sun, the earth, the moon fall in the line of this rotation, in silence, to form eclipse of the moon, even in a rainy night with hovering clouds around the moon, to open one event with one mystery key, a message with the nature towards opening of one fine morning with sweet chirping of birds.  

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. 

TIDE AFTER TIDE

My mind burns

All the way in my turns

There comes one moment

And that time I come

To the ocean with pains,

And tide after tide make

A way towards shore

And break over and over

Yet there is a triumph

And cannot refrain

From growing more tides

Time and again,

This makes me think

Dream has no wrath

Over time, tide and mind. 

THE OCEAN’S PASSAGE

There is no rush

On the pavement at tourists’ spot,

Between waves and loneliness,

I sit alone on marble seats,

Beside Bay of Bengal beach,

With a pair of distinct beats,

One blue horizon,

The other concrete binding,

Through the nature,

Very close to sincerity and alacrity.

Sometimes people settle down

Within images in glass, light and color,

As wave settle down with breaks,

Sucked inside ocean’s gravity,

Each habit and each wave having duty,

To create inside and outside of events

In the world that we are inhabited

With the sense, having focus on pictures,

To kindle each side of smallest slideshow,

Like the ocean’s passage with time and wave.  

ANXIOUS JOURNEY

She is new in this journey

This time she has to return home

She falls in anxious waiting when

Her eyes has caught a moving bus

That she longs to get ride on

To go to the railway station,

That connects to her home station,

But the bus does not stop at stand,

And she becomes annoyed and

Ridiculed at this pattern of stumble

Over bus, that is playing on stance. 

Commuters stand cool over time

Their bus-routs are known and when

The scheduled bus comes

They get on board, as destined to,

And reach home sooner or later.

She sees buses running with haste

Lifting passengers in rush,

Grasping moments,

Light and shadow point towards time,

Somehow to reach home,

All time in hurry.

THE CRESCENT MOON

At the sun-set time,

My mind imparts with woes of life,

That begins with surgery

For removing stone

From kidney of my wife,

And after one month

Another surgery to be done

For extracting stone from her gallbladder,

And she bears pain

I grieve to her suffering.

My mind changes time to time,

As if some stones are solid with sadness,

I look at the evening sky,

The crescent moon glancing at me violently,

While it is cool with its black and white smiling,

Whispers of love cannot hold humors,

And we are toys of heavenly purposes.

Many times I tried to explain the situation,

Every time I feel loneliness, with pains for her.

She sits in a chair; I am the man on the doorway,

I cannot make her life comfortable,

Others are sitting at the other side of glass,

Thirty two years of married life move to a risk,

The crescent moon is changeable to a full moon,

We are not changeable like the moon,

Colors of the twilight sky may change to crimson red,

We are not hopeful for changes, again we are hopeful. 

YOU WILL DWELL IN A NEW WORLD

What is mystery in the sky?

The sunlight itself? Or a small bird?

Your eyes caught into aerial visits in surprise,

Rainy clouds do hide shining and shifting

Of spreading sunlight, as little it is seen,

As little you are in search and invent

Time of the earth’s flowering season.

You are child to know the speech

That God has created for your nascent eyes,

Life is breathing, yet your childhood thinking

Does hold curiosity, first to know, then to follow

And find all things with clarity, then as a man,

You will dwell in a new world, appearing splendid.