THIS ROAD

This road across the river bed

Makes me remember

Time has passage

For livelihood

For home

With sequence of events

And this river

Turns into a stream,

Again in rainy season

It turns to a monster river.

I stand at one bank and other bank

Is visible as if it is

Parallel line far away

With pillars being constructed

For a long concrete bridge

Along breadth of the river

All objects and all shadows

Just make matter motto:

Cross the river, and reduced the distance

For journey we pertain everyday

For living in busy sprain

We are facing daily like

Nailing a wooden block                                       

For building a make- shift bridge

We are walking on time and again.

The Subarnarekha stays with life and time. 

THE RIVER, SUBARNAREKHA

In one winter morning this year,

I stand upon a make-shift wooden bridge

Upon the flowing of the river, Subarnarekha,

Sunlight sparkling on waters

Light-bubbles dancing,

Looping and pulling time and tide alongside.

Moving fast with bouncing waves,

Glittering episode of life just survives with joy

Sharing and glowing with great integration.

I come here sixty years later

Of my childhood, and that time I stood here,

Played with water and sand,

And childhood memories do not mess

With present happenings, all are going

With anchor and shore,

With distance and dream,

The river Subarnarekha flowing with gleam. 

Note: This poem is written in celebrating Thursday poets Rally, Five Year Anniversary ,  Week 79, January 14 - 27, 2015, i.e. January 14, 2010 -January 14, 2015.

Hyde Park Poetry: Referring week 78: inspiration of the week (29): Singing in the rain

Hyde Park Poetry: Referring week 78: inspiration of the week (29): Singing in the rain



I like Singing in the rain at Hyde Park Poetry.



Here is another link of rain poetry:

RAIN:Poetry Album 

TANKA

Winter morning

Tourists throng to enjoy sea

Wave in this New Year

The sun hides in the cloud

To see the tide and the pride. 

IN THE WINTER SKY

In the winter sky

Fog has shadowed eyes

Airplane passes sight

HAIKU

Winter harvesting,

Paddy corn still lying in field,

Green seeds, life-cycle.         

CHILDHOOD

CHILDHOOD 

RED SUN TAKES LEAP (TANKA)

Red sun takes leap

Above horizon and hills

Greens awakening

Morning gets quantum with joy

Life is worthy, yielding pride. 

INNOCENT RAINDROPS

Wheel of the car takes raindrops with its spin

Road does resist it, innocent raindrops get tangled

Under this tension whose presence widens

Lawful curves strangled between road and wheel.

CLOUD AT AJODHYA HILLS BEFORE HUDH HUDH CYCLONE

Just a painting brush makes strokes

With dark blue color in the sky.

Grey clouds make intentional arrival in the dawn

Wind circling over sea, nine hundred miles’ away

The sky never owns darker shade in its skin

Blue is simple, beautiful in its own prettiness

Even a child can see it and sing a song of beauty

That needs not extra freshness with color shades.

It is dawn; patchy colors give some signals of storm

Crust of the earth does not reflect sunlight,

The sky needs no favor, it shows the truth.

Some enrollment of weather’s new product

Just begins hovering over either near or at far,

We will face the catastrophe, swinging in the sky

As if a painting brush paints darker

Side of the nature’s summoning.  

THE CLOUD AND THE MOON

Why the cloud feels proud to hide the moon

Upon its journey, so many past and present thrills

The moon crosses the effect, in its trilling smiles,

And slowly makes its presence in the sky’s fore front. 

THE VILLAGE ROAD (TANKA)

Village road reaches

To many rural land sites

The villager walks

In the morning sunlight

The green creates pleasing sight.

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. 

THE HILL ROAD (HAIKU)

The hill road, divine,

It is curved as our life

Gliding in green hymn. 

LIGHT AND SHADOW

Light and shadow falling about yard’s apart,

The cloud and the blue make both run closer,

Cloud’s shadow falls on meadow, while we are

Passing through sunlight, wind drifts cloud,

Clearing barricades over passage of sunrays,

And we are moving in a bus in the sunlight,

Following riddles of shadow, soon after,

Carried down, creating life’s sojourn a concert.      

SHORT POEM

In the day, white clouds hover in the sky

Ajodhya Hills in silence of drowsy peers. 

SELLING OF FLOWERS

I stopped before the shop-window

It showed flowers for selling to customers

And the eminent was telling in whispers

“Come, love me, buy me, it is my pleasure.”

“You may place me upon study table,

You may place me upon the whole house

Or in your garden, with some sticks to nail me,

I will pose with my beauty, fragrance, instead.”

It is stitch of blows on the truth, motivated,

As market moves with open buckles of drove,

Living with pleasure and moving with status

The symbolic transition is author of all maestros.

THESE CHILDREN ARE GROWING IN SILVER SUNLIGHT

Autumn sun-rays play in the hill region,

Morning spreads pleasing care around,

Lightly move little children in the village,

They are enjoying in wind of soft harmony,

Birds and greens mingle in sweet singing,

Climbing papaya tree is magic with balance,

For food of the day, the boy tries to pluck

Papaya while others are looking at him.

At that time we are walking along there

Seeking some desperation to find life,

It is another sojourn over our living pattern,

We are delighted in the boy’s turn

On childhood honeying with the nature,

It becomes fairy tale in bold and free

Spin of the boy’s attempt to go forward,

These children are growing in silver sunlight.

HAIKU

The sun takes dip

Across the sky, greets lyrics

Of solar matrix 

BEAUTY OF CLOUDS

I cannot hold breaking clouds in heart.

This morning cloud breaks in beauty.

It is not aberration, but it is conglomeration,

Beauty is there where sorrow and humor

Form content of life as courageous cloud

Becoming energetic in the morning sunlight. 

A ROAD SIDE OLD TEA-SHOP

My eyes are caught

At a century-old clay rooftop

With shabby interior of a tea-shop

Standing between concrete walls of two garment-shops.

I think of the owner’s leaning and obligations

To stay at old fashioned way floating on past,

Various steps keep the owner away from

Restructuring house on tracks of renovation.

I think of the time that is present

With its truth and it does not share

The changing of this time that others follow,

It is carefree and fairy tale to remember the past. 

SHORT POEM

The moon dispenses

Complete beauty, temptation,

Imagination 

HAIKU

Autumn evening

Twilight reflection in clouds,

Street lights start flushing  

TANKA

Cloud simmers with rain

Wind blows it past hills and plains

Nostalgic is greens

It’s rice harvesting season

All are expecting raining. 

HAIKU

Shadow of a bridge

River bed filled with sand

Thin water flowing

POETRY READING SESSION IN A MOVING TRAIN

While returning from GIPF-2014, Mrs. Deeya Bhattacharya, Poet, Critic, Teacher of English, reads poems of Asim Kumar Paul and of Ketaki Datta, writer and poet, in a poetry reading session in the moving Falaknuma Express Train. Here is one movie of her reading.  NOW IT IS THAT BLOGGER UPLOADING LIMIT IS 100 MB, I have to take help of YouTube.

http://youtu.be/cqH_ylnA6FQ

READING A POEM OR WRITING A POEM ( a poetry reading session at GIPF-2014)

Reading a poem or writing a poem

It is like raining on leaves of mind

As the sun emits sun-rays as essence

The moon reflects them in silence. 

INTERNATIONAL POETRY FESTIVAL, 2014 AT GUNTUR, INDIA

On the way to

International Poetry Festival 2014 at Guntur, AP, India

I am amazed with white kash flowers

Those are blooming on the earth,

A natural line drawn with musical transition

To the autumn to greet Mother Durga. 

It is also season of poetry
And we are moving to Guntur, to hear and expect
Tune of voices of gathering poets who will read
Their own poems with ideas and hope for living
With forward journey of life and expectancy,
Having likelihood and livelihood of the universe.

LIFE WITH HOME OR DORMITORY

DORMITORY

The city is busy, people are busy,

Desire has one dimensional spirit

Just finish the work, and return home.

There is no miracle, only routine work.

Lodging only first priority for staying night,

Food is bound to be taken in roadside hotels

Or cooking sometimes available that roommates

Make the arrangement, own performance.

The account what they do in working days,

They go out in the morning for work-place

How deep they feel in their life of speedy schedules

Bosses, workers, roads, busses, trains, vehicles

Run run run, sounds of a groaning city,

Packed busses, sweating, songs in the mobile phones,

Engagements - all run on the day time

They return in the evening, just in the room,

Beds, side by side, cots, just throwing away sweat

Soaked garments, a little rest, then moving

For taking night meal, either cooked or

Purchased from hotels, then gossips with

Fellow roommates, or with wife or children

Tucking mobile phones into the ear, all time.  

HOME

Enough time spent on talking

Sometimes playing with grandson,                                                                               

Sometimes with wife’s emblazonment,

Within her talking habits while taking

Diabetic pills, she expresses she married

A demon, instead of human being,

She is living in his demonic plethora,

Enough has been done within joy of love.

Sweet passage passed over time

Fairness is just one year’s excitement,

Everything is out of reach, yet living together

Everybody is adult and argues with stripping pomp,

Setting of hearts another chapter

As if somebody takes away spilled water

Over orbit of the earth, now living with

Residuals of word, love, paying something hope.

LET ME LIVE ALONE

Let me live alone

I do not take your ordinance

I am very alone

I do feel to live separate from my wife

She is living elsewhere away from here.

I am living now in a mess.

I choose one bed in a dormitory,

I choose to live alone

I do not want to see comfort of my bed ,

Doors, windows, concrete ceiling,

Of my home, it is now like a past,

I am away from home to check more deterioration of my situation,.

I said once,  my home is yours

Home is for my children, I built it for them,

Yet they believe I am snatching those shelters.

This idea is fully false, I believe them and try to explain them. 

Nobody listens to my good words, I still love them all.

And they show arrogance towards me.

I do not tolerate dominance,

I do still take care of self,

You cannot put vehemence,

I will live at distance instead,

Beyond surveillance of your whims,

My bed is single and I am always single. 

MOTHER DURGA

An artist makes trust on

An idol of MotherDurga.

He makes sense in art work

For Her blessings to all on the earth. 

Note: Earlier poem,  MOTHER DURGA 

SHADES OF DEVI DURGA

Color has emboldened

The truth and depth of motherly love,

In presence of priests, artists give chakshudan

You will stare us with blessings. 

SHADES OF DEVI DURGA

First white paint

Looking transition

For arrival of MotherDurga

With beauty and grace, 

MOTHER DURGA

As artists are making the image

Of Devi Durga, I salute Mother Durga

In Her all forms and heavenly gestures

For peace and happiness on the earth. 

THE NATURE PREPARES TO GREET MOTHER DURGA

Before Her majestic arrival on the earth

The nature captures diversity in paddy

Cultivation, the blue sky filled with spongy

White clouds, and a little Kashful, those make

The way for preparation today before Devi Durga’s

Familial Mahalaya as mother this autumn. 

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 

WITHOUT FOOD WE CANNOT DREAM

Those are cultivators

Sowing sprouted paddy seeds

In watery ploughed field,

They will work till 4 PM.

I am moving in a bus

That is speeding high,  

Villages, cultivate meadows,

Electrical lines pass along.

Busy work in rainy season

Functioning through rain waters,

Putting tender roots

Through watery muddy ground.

I am one to capture picture of it

Eyes to see the working men, women,

While all are in exploring time,

Without food we cannot dream. 

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. 

LONELY RED FLOWER

Our bus follows destination,

Speed and sound of engine

Make us awake in lonesome expense,

Among greens both sides of road.

Looking through window

I find one lonely flower

Red in color in all green bushes

Not touched with peers for love,

That we need in great happiness,

With time of loveliness, alongside,

Mind knows wishes of green and red,

Yet I cannot touch the red heart. 

TANKA

Summer morning clouds,

Little, yet covering the sun

On the river Hoogly,

Buildings in Kolkata stand

On the bank in grey out line.

I SAW TWO CULTIVATIONS

I saw two cultivations -

Betel leaf and paddy corn in one field,

Both are close to each one’s clossy way,

One big covered zone for betel leaf,

Beneath the trees, and near by is an open  

Meadow filled with rain-waters,

Down to the enclosure lies

Ploughed earth for paddy cultivation,  

Both need plenty of water

For their food, breathing, growing.

Next to each one’s field, one note and one song, 

Next to each one’s share, one quotes and expectation, 

Next to each one’s life, one water, raising ground sensation, 

Next to each one’s visibility, one green and one perpetuation. 

A cool decision comes over life to move fast,

It is mood, food, boost, energy,

Those are caring for life and livelihood,

 Making everything touching in motion,

And as I was moving on within their territory,

I think of their silent co-existence,

No war, no bargaining in their firmament.

THE SEA FEELS DISTANCE

Assembly of tourists is thin.

Cloudy sky in rainy season,

People lower gathering

For viewing of wave of the sea

In its vastness, peak of

Circular drawing of life,

With the wind, mirror of assimilation,

Above the surface and water pathway,

People are waiting for time

And for weather fresh to see the sun-rise

And enjoy splash in the sea.

Touches of slate color of cloudy sky draw

A terrible sketch in scale of creating distance. 

THROUGH THE WINDOW

Window panes open

Bed-room of my friend’s cottage.  

Outside unknown flower blooming

In neighbor’s garden.  

Mind flows with crystal sentiment,

That pleads for freeness from cage.

The grills of window seem iron barricade,

Into mission of soluble wisdom, hindered.

Flashing outside with flowers and

Green leaves of banana tree conglomerate.

Mind moves child-like,

Amid pristine bait of imperial sentiment.   

“I do not tear you.” Mind tells to the nature. 

THE (BETEL) NUT TREE IN PRISON

With mind tangled in so many issues

It turned up to thinking maximum drills

I think to cut my head to tear up cord

To remove warring zeal and paramount shrill,

Eyes go outside window to find freshness,

It is the ripe nuts in the tree caught in prison

Of brick culture and brick sketching around,

As if the nut tree convicted to concrete structure

And it has to obey laws of brick diagonals,

Yet it gets food and water, and stands bold to produce

Its fruits amid walls, tearing upon the modernity

That image pierces me to think about ethos

And I may have points to say, yet I have context

To imagine and build organs of growing relationship

All around my enclosures, wherein I may be fruitful to

Assure the world that mind is wise to bring peace.

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.  

SCUM

No, all tides are not broken,

Tides do not add up momentum there,

Scum is around, muddy sea water moving

Along the sea-line with shore, time of recess,

I have gathered tasks; just sit at sea side,

Coming here needs money, more needs are

With tasks of asking me within me,

Can clouded mind appeal for rest?

Can it wake up for prayer upon wind?

How things come here and make scum,

And goes beyond blue horizon, it is a beat

Upon sea-surface, and it takes rest for moments.

Deep into waters, resides one sentiment

That is peace, ahead of truncated dreams,

Money and mercy are two sides of the dipped aura,

Still I am in the game of planning and plundering. 

GODDESS DURGA

Her coolness, after the art of killing demons,

is apt to sign the judge the world.

This feeling moves age after age,

picturing all wellness in Her looks

that prevails,

The world is Her region of conquers,

She looks at the glacier of life,

and cell formation,

At presence of Her Husband, Lord Shiva,

in thinking of life

and in removing darkness all over.

We are preparing to worship Her

in this October and attire Her

with respect and submission.

সমুদ্রতটে স্নান

দুরের জাহাজ দেখে ভেবেছি
সমুদ্র, কত ইতিহাস গড়েছ তুমি,
কত জীবন, কত লোকালয় ভেঙ্গেছ,
ভাঙ্গতে ভাঙ্গতে এক পদচিহ্ন থেকে
অন্য পদচিহ্ন তুলে এনে সমগ্র চেতনায়,
সমুদ্রতট বেয়ে এক সভ্যতা ।

এক উপকূল অশান্ত হলে,
অন্য উপকূলে স্নানের পরিবেশ,
সকল মানুষের জন্য মৃদু মন্দ জলস্রোত,
ঢেউ-এর মধ্যে শরীর ভিজিয়ে
মাথা উঁচু করে উঠে দাঁড়ানো
সবই ছুটছে ঘোড়ার লাগাম ধরে ।

জনপদ পেরিয়ে আমিও এসেছি
সমুদ্রতটের উন্মেষ ও প্রলোভন
কিছু কথা বলা ও শোনার জন্য
গতানুগতিক ভাঙ্গন ছাড়িয়ে একটু বাইরে -
সমুদ্র, তোমার কাছে এসেছি,
তোমার বিশাল পরিধি, ঢেউয়ের গর্জনে আমি স্নাত ।

INSPIRATION

Pleasantly my eyes catch the greener leaves

And more radiant petals at my first entry in the garden

That my father-in-law left behind his passing away,

Still the garden catches eyes through green grasses

And beautiful flowers in rainy season, it takes admitted

Praise from visitors who come here time to time.

Flowers bloom, petals get wet in raindrops for you,

Honey bees do come and enjoy honey in luster of

Defining preaches as heaven has created its beauty

Upon the earth, we see and move in realm of inspiration. 

জীবনছবি

সারাজীবন হাঁটতে গিয়ে
থেমে যাই রাতের আকাশের দিকে তাকিয়ে
শুভ্র বসনে চাঁদ যেন ঢেকে দিল আমার পথ |

গাঢ় অন্ধকার চারিদিক,
ঝলসানো মুখটাও দেখা যায় না,
অবসাদ যেন বলে দেয়,
কেন এই পথ হাঁটা ? আকাশটাও পর হয়ে গেছে |

যখন ভাবছি, কেন এই পথ হাঁটবো ?
চাঁদ যেন সমস্ত অন্ধকার বনাঞ্চল আড়াল করে
এক টুকরো শুভ্র প্রতিফলকে দিয়ে গেল জীবনছবি |

THE MOON IN RAINY SEASON

Five minutes ago I find the moon

The silver semicircle object illuminated

And I catch the scene with my camera,

And now I find moon is shadowed

In the rainy cloud, disturbs my mind

In that the journey the moon takes

Its silver thread is cut off by hurried cloud,

I am only observer, cannot direct whole

Universe to clean up the atmosphere for me only.