LIVING WITH GLASS WINDOWS

We look through glass pans as windows are fitted with glass shutters,
And we can see shadowy picture of near-by architectural palace,

Our rooms are built with concrete walls, in ordinary structures,

After the struggle we do dream to build house with only ideas,

And we are able to use normal materials, not precious marbles,

We stand on few pebbles; we do collect them by hard labor,

And on our endless forbearance, we dream for valuable things,

Those are available, yet we cannot afford them to be collect.

Our standing depends on reflection on blank verses draping us.

We use colors, red, green, yellow, and their other shades

To be mixed with cement only for glazing the cemented floor, hue up,

And we do not feel tempted to build or collect high valued materials

From our little income, those are available to other new-elite dwellers,

And we are to obey the rule by cutting cost prices by simple glass shutters,

And we are looking through the white glass, no art works engraved,

We hold ourselves as success-story builder, this is pride of common man,

We prefer to live and drive on our own platform, at every searching point,

To have a prop up window for having the branch of evolution,

Thus we live strongly by sharing what we are doing, friends with same stratum.

Relationship between commons and elites relates to supremacy and inferences.

LIFE, LOVE AND ECSTASY

I am in doubt that I would have loved someone,

If that, I am in fear that I may lose my lover forever,

And my whole life will turn into shades of black hole,

Generation and regeneration of life, love, ecstasy,

Will fail to bring color of dreaming and beaming ardent love, 

Like the great sun, my brain will not gleam on its path,

And I have to live in pain, in missing structures,

It is like moving in abandoned city, all treasures are stolen.

I am in doubt that I would have loved someone,

If that, I am in fear that I may lose my lover forever,

Then beauty of love will lose marital grains,

And it will transform love in the field of rejections,

My desires of love will be getting away from feeling,

And all talks of love will lose sense of showing symbol of life.

The life is thus  painful to me, as getting love is my regrate,

As all the time I lose my lover’s love since I began to love.

And I have to practice to live without initiation of love,

And love is not one side playing, a partner requires rising hearts,

With the hands of love, chances of making union and sensation

In the wide generation of worldly breathing and longing, 

And body charms will release many explanations to the soul,

Migrating organs of love in lovely thinking and sinking in it,

Establishing throbbing of love.

And I am not defined in love, I am sending infinite signals,

If I am not showing whispers of love, I cannot see shining of love,

I still believe, promises are there for all to be inhibiting in someone's calling,
To feel love, to see it moving in moving stream. 

HOLI: LOVE WITH COLORS

Trees are in their flower-blooms and yields,

With tender leaves and green foliage, and

With the worship of Lord RadhaKrishna,

We move with songs of Rabindranath,

"Ore Bhai Phagun Legechhe Bone Bone..."

(O dear brother, graceful colors touch all the woods...)

And we all dance with gesture of love

With songs, Bhajans,  that fill the earth to praise spring,

So as to give birth of love that is immortal

And it is like showing of love of Lord Krishna

To his beloved, Lord Radha, in this Doljatra.

We all move with hope and songs of love,

In small groups people, ten or less or more, 
Passing through villages, towns, meadows, 

Save what it is love, with joy and dance,

And we are all here to know one another

In colors of love we do spread over the earth

Without animosity and jealousy,

And we are here to celebrate Holi

In the saga of Radha and Krishna

With all colors, red, green, yellow and more,

In the way of love that we all intend to have,

And we lively spread colors to all groups of people,

Who also are celebrating Holi,

And we are all on the way to address

The love with vibrant colors, with luster

That may bring more success upon this earth,

And at the end we do not feel insecurity, 

And we will sit at grand feast, distributing sweets for love.

Holi, Holi, it is forward reach of love and fun. 

LONELINESS

You say last March,

You will come back in this March,

And you will get freedom to live in,

With the life that I am waiting for long,

You will remove my loneliness forever,

Model of life living with you will generate

A living pattern with love through generations.

This March, I do not find you here,

And loneliness grips me like weeds,

Still hoping to be with you to respond,

Still I think you will return from absence

And I will make everything normal,

Taking you as virgin in generating love,

With life that has dreams and dawns,

Active with growth, not erring but signaling,

And it has charm with divinity,

It has initiation and location, the love-truth.

This March, I do not find you here,

The loneliness that makes me speechless

And with this I am driving towards location,

Where truth is not truth, falsehood is the truth,

And my life is becoming poorly missing.   

IF YOU DO NOT LOVE……..

If you make yourself free from all worldly and homily engagements, from daily makeover, you will feel a reverse sense and feeling of likes and dislikes alongside. If you keep yourself free from all kinds of bindings, on which you are so long accustomed to live with in all seasons, with beauty therein, you will then live in some solid aspects of love that cannot sprout the love membrane to grow more fruits of love, and you will then seek at least a single slice of lover in outer, inner and edge bounding pathway around your love. And if you then try to live in silence, as if you are trying to lift all support to get lightning of love, you will feel more abandoned and seek one appearance that makes a path for one meddling  that will dictate you to bring forth with love and feeling of touch and density of  liquid like protein cells to go on unrestricted way of love.

The more you play with love and live in senses of devises of love, you will feel revered and auspicious and feeling will grow to more positions and processes moving into love itself.

The more you love, the more you will go through profound loving ambiance. 

LOVING ALONE

1.

To stay alone is a struggle like paddling

On waves those are blown in strong reparations,

An induction to the life full of single pathway,

That fills mind to have an anchor-less scope of love,

In which charm gets less signals from another mind,

And living in it is like stimulation on self loving.

2.

Liking to hear the whispers of own mind -

It is like to hear the sound of that part of life,

Which comes in dreams and moonlight,

In horizons and firmament of loving,

A destiny of love, not bonded with touch,

It is like a rough signaling, hard gentleness alongside.

3.

Staying alone does not draw heat,

Holding sensitivity is like marooned caress,

Arms are like lying upon island,  forlorn, 

That life can shallow on single expansion.

Labeling someone as own for contribution -

It is like the time that finishes journey, tiresome

NOW I AM AT MY TEENS

She reminds me of my teens,

When I moved alone on strains,

Then I have no woman to be mine,

And I cannot discover what teens are,

That is the dark corner I live in.

And now on my age of maturity,

She comes and takes me at Nandan,

The premises lovers come and

Make sparkle with needs of time,

A vehement deal of earlier life,

That spins over the sun

To take new breathing in surfing,

And I am in memory of my past lonely life.

After many seasons of haunting,

She comes like an angel to make me awake,

As if teens are not lost, it is evergreen,

Most of life’s turns are dazzles of dreaming.

“I HAVE NO HUSBAND, I HAVE NO DEMAND”

In more symptom of love and womanhood,

With greatness of creation of life and orientation,

Binding with ever forbearance and symphony,

She only says, “I have no husband, I have no demand.”

Now a heavenly silence comes down in our talking,

The place on the earth seems taking a turn in Milky Way,

Around our existence in the centre of heart,

That creates to feel war, tears, and sublime. 

ESSENCE OF WOMAN: FOUR POEMS ON WOMEN’S DAY

1.       

First Woman

She is poor, and lives in a mud house,

With husband, and two kids.

The family is her throne,

She cannot dance in joyful measures,

She cannot have full sleep in nights,

As always she has to haunt for livelihood,

From the beginning of day to dead of night,

She cannot have one window to décor her mind,

Or can't buy cosmetics for making her body beautiful,

For making her husband seek her charming body.

She wakes up in early morning;

She works hard in all the day,

She has to collect firewood from nearby jungle,

And has to go to village market, and

Sells these to earn some money, in demand

To buy vegetables to maintain livelihood, in all spells, 

In the sun, or in the rain, or in the winter.

Her husband goes out for labor-work in paddy fields,

Owned by Jamindars or by big farms or by landlords,

Or work as contract labor in a labor supply agency or agent,

Or work as labor for building constructions sites,

Or work as labor for warehouse works of big merchants,

Or work as labor in houses of local rich people,

For work, requiring hard labor, that owners cannot perform in time.

And the money he gets is spent only for buying rice,

And meeting the education cost of the kids, too.

The struggle, no respite, throughout all seasons,

And she has to work these while staying either at parents’ house or husband’s,

And she has to breath in firewood smoke, smears and to live in drudgery.

2.       

Second Woman

Her sister was sent for higher education and she earned a Ph. D.

But it is bad luck, and a suitable job she does not have,

In a situation, she lives and can't be an angel in the house, whereas

Beneath same sky, her parents cannot afford for eldest daughter's education,

It is world in which she burns, and stays in pain,

Wherein she cannot get schooling, but goes toss of life,

Shares thus she to the world of quicksand,

And moves in a mood that she has no importance in this earth.

Gradually she loses the path of education,

And at the beginning of her teens she enters mature world,

And God has not permitted her to travel at ease,

And she enters the regions of earning,

That is the divisive force to make her life

A symbol of loneliness, and get married

With someone who is not sympathetic to her,

Not holding her in love, or making no adorating charm,

And gradually she falls in dominating arcs by man,

Yet she tries to come out of dismal situation,

Trying to live with small income from 
Her little home stores, arising from making PAPADUM, 

And learns to self pleasing, and permits herself liberated,

And living is to her like a sentencing with amber piece,

And thus she lives to earn  livelihood,

In great struggle, in pain, and holding kids

Within her arms that she gave birth by her husband,

And she has changed her philosophy,

She likes to say, she can help and perform for people in many ways.

She remains to finds a relief to have with imaginary love life.

3.

Third Woman

She has much education than her husband,

She does not want to be lowly respected,

Yet she likes to be loyal and subordinate to him

And tries to hold all household works after duty,

As an executive to a private farm, and yet

There are quarrels on some issues that she

Cannot tolerate over the life to be respondent,

And some commanding comes from him,

That she gets hurt, and likes to reside by courage,
Alone, to have trip with dignity on her choice,

And likes to stay as single woman and lives on

Own income and never dating with the men,

Who may have less degree, but have some

Pleasant personality, speaking not about her,
What she has lost or what she has been forbidden, 
The code she bears in mind that 

Comforts and marital bliss are two objects,

The great crack engulfs her, toiling with life and living,

She is facing with the life that she is now bearing.

Sometimes, she goes in a social web site, and

Makes hang outs with many friends, and

She feels to be a pleasure in her fantasy of mind.

4.

ESSENCE OF WOMAN

From the time of immortal, I am woman,

God put me some feeling of love for creation,

From the earthly greatness, to spread things

Those are courage for existence, experience, and

Hopeful raising up kids, the language of

Sacrifice, that I have to bear either in marital life,

Or in single life, and I have to share many

Forms dew points of social status or of state status,

Freedom is not my bird’s flying, I have objectives,

I have to learn about freedom that society gives,

And society is close to curtail it on man’s guidance,

Yet I need security and comforts when I bear

The great living soul in my womb for nine months,

The circuit for open heart from all sides,

As this time, I feel some nervousness, although

I am bold enough to carry out it alone

Or society has its helping apparatus all over world,

Yet I am in need of love, care and sympathy

From someone who loves me and cares me

To give birth one baby from one who loves me.

I want to move with hand in hand, with praise of love,

I do obey my liability, with centre of my aim,

Not dominated by men, but raised by a woman,

In the light of living being, with life for sacrifice,

And if I were with my love, I will be more blessed,

With my living in this universe, like dipping

In holy waters of Ganga, an ancient rich river flowing

On the earth, wetting the earth with love and pride,

And I believe in the truth that life is charming

And I hope to live in the flame of all embracing divinity.

AN ABSTRACT THINKING OF LOVE

If life is something standing

on considerations

to war on adaptations and shares

on many expectations and songs,

it is like living with antique artworks

to deal with proportions and submissions,
on love flame, on performance and sacrifice.

 

It is a search with light microscope,

where water path measures nothing,

if tracks are drawn, on cultures on high wave

of temperatures and strains.

Adoration is something

like metabolic index of shades

of our touching heights that we draw,

and we map it in our full favor,

yet we cannot survey

the useful essence of sequences,

symbols of flowers being on the wall,

an embedded yielding love.

We do smell the scent

that the flower does spread along,

and we use all senses to form locus

to have copies of gens.

We do travel on silver glazed hope,

emotions are vent of occurrences,

all those go with activities with organs,

sometimes it is full of pleasure,

sometimes it is fury of burning tears,

And thus we do live in what

we deserve in the life.

And relatively we prepare

for second scope of living,

first scope of living goes with

budding and generating new cells

of our body and mind.

And we are now accustomed to

living with another score:

in the electronic browsing

with machinery dreams.

And distantly related sequences

are background levels,

With less hope of second relationship

on rolling DNA’s assigning.

LET ONE GO, IF ONE WANTS TO GO

This morning I wake up in sweet twittering of birds,

“Let one go, if one wants to go.” It fills my mind.

The lord of living one’s soul tells me to follow it,

Perhaps it is the life of all names of this world.

Who is the teller of those words that enter my ear?

It is God, who is guiding me, after painful journey,

And when I am weary, He sends messages on

Twittering from natural circles, not thwarting me.

I like to obey the rule that twittering has instructs me,

And I will be beneficent, and I do not feel aggrieved,

As the earth is not mine alone and others are claimers,

And all have the right to travel where they want to go.

Man and woman, the great assemble of life

And relationship has some provisions, we have to learn,

Choices are different, and one can set new gain,

The showing is touchy, not always heartily majestic scene.

This makes me awake to know the earth

The birds’ twittering makes me to think and find truth,

The earth has provisions to accommodate  every turns,

And I have to think of the life that may bring me peace. 

IN QUEST OF LOVE

Of life and of my long journey I feel it,

I move around love, yet it is absent or

I feel darkness that fills heart’s desire.

Still I live on these dry pursuits of life,

Being attracted in love, again and again,

And I do not want to travel on crowded joy,

I try to fix love single bound in controlled kind,

And remain living in subordinate to one love,

Thinking one day, she do hear my prayer

From the life that she is now leading here,

And hold me with her spirits of love,

For which I am still waiting in this life,

More likely she may dwell elsewhere.

In every move of my quest of love,

I know about burns and turns,

I know about life and pursuits,

I know about the feeling of a flower

That keeps me destined with this waiting,

This life or after life, desires of  most patrons for love,

The dream, that I cannot tell her, get lost her tracks,

And after questioning me, she disappears,

My quest for love is God’s willing, and her prayer, too.

PICTURES

Little pages,

Vast scope,

With durable form,

Colorful sensation.

Angels are playing.

You are telling

Something splashed

In your mind

Of life, forming of

Perception.

You are like

Pictures of life,

Tongue tastes

Sweet drinks,

Solution tested,

Samples of supremacy,

Dancing and singing,

With beautiful wings,

Colorful pictures

Are displaying lunar gleam.

Little pages

Presents examples

Of age, postures,

And rejoicing,

In gravity,

Living with spring,

And wishes aspire

To be in majesty,

Little pages

Presents moving to destiny.

DEAR MIND, YOU ARE MY UNKNOWN POWER TO LIVE IN

Dear mind, how you can think of life, its types and proportions of thinking, with so many pretty presences over my life, that is so many times gets robbed, ebbed, having solitudes, grief, small happiness, fire, burns, testimony, inner and outer insights, major and minor threads of phenomenal thinking of being here, and thinking of getting or give supports to others. When you are supporting life, you give encouragement to the rise of one soul, or sometimes grief gives some pains, yet the great obedience you show towards life. When you see evils, you show the light to be good, and constantly you go with thinking of life, and try to mend the wrong doing, and lead to think in the light of knowledge that is gathered though out this life, and you try to brass out the hazards, that is called characterization of life of one soul.  

Dear mind, how you can variably turn one’s life in variable way of existence, and make differences between good and bad, from all events that come from chain of present or absent bonds that make rings or branches over our life. For the analysis, you draw extracts of cultural growth that unfolds the power of living here as a human being with dominance of feeling in the heart and leads us to live more with identified human being in this universe.  

FIRST LOVE

The first acquaintance brings strong senses

First knowing pretty face, and the second,

Beauty with eternal spirit, always flourishing,

It moves in response to love over one's life span.

The first kiss brings one divine initiation,

To love her, in sharing values of mutual exploring,

Good wishes, and from the core of life's reasoning,

Love brings forbearance that rules sweet obligation.  

LOVING IS AN OFFERING

She lives single; she wants a real touch in loving,

One feeling brings something about life and existence.

She moves to have some careful living touch

Like unbroken or soluble sublime division

On the way that comes, and she likes to stay some time

With a man who helps her in need having love,

As single living is freedom, not independent of loving and caring,

As she cannot be on the shore of whole nostalgic domain,

And she needs an excess spreading of body or antibody elements

That is likely to the influence the mind that just gets new sharing

With the rising sun and humanly feeling and turns.

She moves with sufficiently graced body and mind,

That all of her friends do prefer to go to the land of mark,

And there lies another source of secretion,

And postulates A compared with postulates B,

She wants to be in sufficient developing agents to love,

That her ex-husband fails to give her, as she is first in loving strains,

The very term the universe does live in an interactions so bounding

With some kind of surface tension,

A physical term that we do always see and feel

Upon this earth and on the shore we do interact

With specific organs’ reaction, therapy more useful in love strategy,

Establishing or reestablishing the insertion or withdrawal of love,

That she feels actively in her charming body and mind,

In her developed using, she is strategic voyager of love and loving,

So she moves with her heart open with youthful introduction.

And strange is the sense of her it is like a sentiment of love

When she reads the command, from her kids on a social web site,

“Mom, we are missing you.”

She feels the urge to get back her kids actively,

And she does not do anything to discuss on uprising or receding of love, 

and immediately returns to love her kids,

More than her mutant Maya, it is life and it is pronunciation of love.