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. 

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.  

HAIKU

Storm pushes raindrops

Lines of reflections move

With advent of greens. 

CLOUDS OF INTERFERENCE

I am not denounced by other ways of life

I am always looking for decency of thinking

And loving zone of working people or

For those who are near and dear to me.

Yet clouds come in different ways,

I cannot cut them, who come violently,

Encroaching over my region of life,

People are prone to interfere all the time.

As I look into the clouds, I see beauty,

The sun behind the cloud, illuminating body

Of the cloud, near or afar, defining colors,

And the life is beautiful, if I think of these verses.

This world becomes more stringent to obey,

Being senior one, I do like to give advice to all,

Colors are there to follow in hearts and minds,

Yet there is difference in every move, significant.

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.

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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.

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.