Reflections from the SEA of LIFE......

You cannot feel the bliss of pleasure until you feel the pangs of pain ...Indeed life is a divine chaos...

2011-12-05T06:04:00.001-08:00

RANDOM THOUGHTS ON LOVE

The pain when I read and see in every line
A lump in the throat sans the love wine
Love is a feeling we endlessly crave
Whet that appetite till the grave…

I read somewhere that life is ‘Divine Chaos’
So pep it up with some pepper and sauce
The ‘Tired Minds’ await some joyful soul
So mould the mind into wannabe whole.

Forget the spite, feel the hug and hold it tight
See thy sorrows banished, with the day so bright
Those moments of hesitation – just quell them
And those fleeting invitations – just accept them

You can thank the Lord tonight, for a little more
For keeping the joys of friendship for you in store
Only if he knew you shall still hang in there…
That lump in your throat could clear out dear

If you can do, you must, and the love will bind you
You are born but once, O! Friend! Let me remind you
Every kiss you miss, every tear you shed, gives a call!!
“I can return my friend”, if you choose to have a ball!!

The Sun rose today again, dispelling the darkness stark
‘Coz the stars chose to truly, ignite the bright day’s spark
Hold on to your relationships, you promised to cherish
Learn to value a kiss and hug, lest The TIME may perish.

[By : Jyotirmoy Ghosal]

You cannot feel the bliss of pleasure until you feel the pangs of pain ...Indeed life is a divine chaos...

2011-12-05T06:03:00.000-08:00

AUR SITAREY TIMTIMAYE

2011-09-19T23:51:00.000-07:00

Jab bhi Chand- Suraj ka zikra kabhi ayega
In timtimate sitaron ko bhi yaad kiya jayega!!

AUR SITAREY TIMTIMAYE

Hai Chand – Sitaro ka yeh manzar bhi ajab aaj raat,
Hain koson door sitarey par timtimaatey puri raat !!
Thoda hi sahi karte roshan, par dete saath puri raat
Poocho chanda se chali kahan, abhi baki hai adhi raat?

“Hai mera jeevan Adha, udhaar par hai chandni meri!
Un Sitaron mein se ek ki, yeh hai ajab roshni meri !
Na karna yaad mujhe, na choona chandni ko meri
Mera jeevan chakra hai poorna, par raat adhi hai meri”

Udhar ki ho roshni ya udhar ka ho fir woh sindoor
Chamakta chand lamha par, chalta nahi bahu door
Har poonam ki chand ka wohi hashra hota hai
Char din ki chandni; lekin suraj din-o-din hota hai.

Sitaron se poocha to woh chupke se timtimaye
Hum hain toh door par dosti humne hi nibhaye
Ek Suraj hai kafi Akash-Ganga me hamara
Wohi hai srot jeevan ka aur chandni ka sahara!

“Roshni hamari hai kam par koi gum nahi
Humein yaad karo-na-karo, hum hain yahin.
Jab bhi Chand- Suraj ka zikra kabhi ayega
In timtimate sitaron ko bhi yaad kiya jayega!!

FRAGRANCE

2011-09-19T23:14:00.000-07:00

Should I look simple should I look bright?
What should I wear my darling tonight..?

FRAGRANCE

What shall I wear, what shall I wear?
What shall I wear my darling tonight?
Should I look simple should I look bright?
What should I wear my darling tonight..?

Should it be flowing or should it be tight
Should it be fitting or loose for my height?
Should it be revealing enough, for tonight?
What should I wear my darling tonight..?

What should I wear my darling tonight
So you can spot me in that crowd bright
Should I sit far or a little close, just here?
How will I know my darling you are there?

“Whether in pink like the Rose so fine
Or in white like the Tube-rose divine
Tight or loose flowing or fitting any kind
Is same for me Oh my dear for I am blind!!”

But I can recall that deep ‘n’ fresh aroma babe
That cast a lasting spell on my olfactory lobe
No, not Carnation, Jasmine, Lotus or Rose
I cannot identify with sweet aromas those!

I can see you not with or without your ‘wear’
But I can feel the freshness from miles my dear
If you tonight come sans any fragrance here
I’ll spot you with your aroma, Oh! My dear.

Tight or loose flowing or fitting any kind
Is same for me Oh my dear for I am blind!!”

THE ROSE LOVERS

2011-09-19T22:38:00.000-07:00

POETIC FANTASY

In pristine pink see such a serene silent rose,
And the poetic embrace of the lovers so close
Clinging like the pollen that’s lost on a bee..
This surely is a lover’s retreat as soft as can be.

She pines not anymore for the flower’s nectar
As she floats freely in that nymphet’s nectar !
Drink not! Oh Bee, Oh Butterfly from my Rose
This one is booked as the Earth’s berth just froze !!

I sit silently to admire this loving embrace
And watch an endless honeymooning grace
Every bud that grows to be a flower may dare
To beckon the lovers, for their moments to share.

That endearing kiss, softer and now lasts longer
Sans shoes and stockings left on the sill yonder
Sepals fall off baring her lithe and supple softness
The ‘Rose’ so blooms in joy, I longed to witness!!

He and She entwined in such a kissing spree,
The World at their feet from worries free
Perched in that ‘Rose’ of joy and ecstacy
Is this the ultimate in my poetic fantasy….??

[ Copy right Jyottypoet ]

The drop spills, life kills - if it’s an uncontrolled motion…. Let us not hold ‘assets’ beyond God’s contention.

2011-07-16T11:31:00.000-07:00

DROPS & DROPS

The drop in any form pointed and soft

And the one you can hold in your palm aloft

Small or big it holds all your imagination

A sharpened arrow or a soft satin temptation.

When it falls as a hail it penetrates and pierces

And as snow it gently soothes and embraces

It shines on the petals like a priceless diamond

But flows like tears from the eyes abandoned

A Drop in the Ocean is such a ‘Metaphor’

It vanishes in thin air like a piece of Camphor

But the same Drop - drop by drop it fills…

The parched earth, for the ‘farmer’ who tills.

The drop that once was just a grain of sand

That drop so different now stays as silicon

To keep ‘em young, pretty and charming

But the result at times may be alarming!

A drop is one that creates and procreates

A drop is the one that almost always satiates

Those parched lips or the arid land exposed

‘Drop’ of Life sometimes by science juxtaposed.

A drop just holds due to the surface tension

And life holds for some despite all the tension

I dare say with conviction and sans pretension

The drop spills, life kills - if it’s an uncontrolled motion….

Let us not hold ‘assets’ beyond God’s contention.

[ @copyright Jyo 16 Jul 2011]

Poetry - the mother of all emotion Some call it mere ‘words in motion’

2011-07-14T08:18:00.000-07:00

POETIC EMBRACEMENT

Poetry - the mother of all emotion
Some call it mere ‘words in motion’
When I write, I love thee- Oh Poetry!Thy branches deeper than the banyan tree
That’s why you are stronger than prose
Oh! Poetry !!

And as a poet I have all the freedom
And all the world’s verses in my kingdom
I can be fair or may be a little foul
I can see through night like an owl
You can make night as day, your way
Oh! Poetry! Have your sway…

You have words stringed like beads
And a finger that pointedly needs
An applaud, a bow , a salutation
Sometimes a silent infatuation
You are the need of a man-to be free
That’s why you are –Poetry!!

If some one loves thee, is it also me?
That sounds selfish but true you see!
For when I embraced you, Oh! Poetry -
An ‘embracement’ was ‘love’ I thought
But ‘embarrasment’ was what I got !
For she admired me, just for thee!!
Oh! Poetry!!

Across the seas and across cultures
In Birds and Bats, Rats and Vultures
In Man and Beast, In Rocks and Rivers
Poetry dwells and shines, pines and shivers
But today,just for you-it is poetic fever
So, let me be fearless, let me be free
You are what You are! My Poetry!!

They watch in awe at me and you For I love my love the way you do.

2011-07-14T08:06:00.000-07:00

DREAMS - I

If you dream of precious beauty
Which you hope to have some day
Keep on dreaming of it always
Never falter friend! Dream away !!

Let your dreams be your fascination
Free from all strife and worldly care
Sheltered thus from life’s temptations
Live beneath your blue skies fair.

At this hour- in tune with time
Live your dreams with joy sublime
Soon the things you long for dear
Will sure be real and not a dream.

Life has ever more been built
By the dreams along its way
Joys will come to you the dreamer
If you dream, a dream each day.

'Today I dreamt of her again
Arm in arm we walked the lane
A lonely lane to a lovely Villa
Under a bower of bougainvillea'

A cuckoo singing the songs of Love
The peacock dancing to woo his love
But when they see me hug you thus
And see you gently kiss and blush..

They watch in awe at me and you
For I love my love the way you do.

[copy right JYO]

WILL YOU BLESS? OR WILL YOU NOT??

2011-07-06T11:55:00.000-07:00

WILL YOU BLESS? OR WILL YOU NOT??

BY : JYO JOTTY POET JOY

The scorching sun burns them all,

Man and beast, in a heap they fall..!
Wishes and prayers on their lips shall last

Now, let’s have the Rains..Rains come fast

Oh Lord! Will you bless? Or will you not??

In the hot deserts of the ‘Thar’ Man walks so dazed,

But the ‘Ship of the Desert’ sails through unfazed

Man prays, an ass brays; whenever in pain…,

Oh!Rain, come again,but prayers are all in vain

Oh Lord! Will you bless? Or will you not??

There in the shadowy grove the cuckoo sings

In the hot summers unabashed it has all the ‘flings’

Rain or drought it matters little to them as well

Fishes in the ocean, or that ole’ frog in the well Oh Lord! Will you bless? Or will you not??

The standing crops ripe and fine, awaiting a harvest

Yonder a farmer prays “ This Time for Rain, not the best!”

Alas ! The fishermen beside the dried ponds sigh

Look askance at the thin clouds, that in the sky fly by

Oh Lord! Will you bless? Or will you not??

Not a fisherman, neither a farmer nor the animal be

A MAN with lots of wealth, in scryscrapers dwells he,

Rain or drought bother him not, he is used to AC..

Earthquakes! Or the Tsunami, his nemesis can be

So Lord!Whom will you bless? Or will you not??

Food for thought just ripe for you A Mirage turns Oasis just for few...

2011-07-03T04:37:00.000-07:00

OASIS AND MIRAGE

Sitting in an oasis she looked at the mirage

And looked at self , she and her visage

Leaving the cool shade and palms behind

She wandered about wishing to unwind.

A thirst so deep she could quench not

A love so intense, she could forget not

The sands of time blew in her face masked

Pricking her like thorns she herself asked.

Hunger pangs were her ‘bill of fare’

The thirst of joy and a bit of care..

Food for thought just ripe for you

A Mirage turns Oasis just for few...

The Sun had set and the Oasis amiss

The mirage by ‘night’ is never a bliss

When the night has drawn close on you

Quench thy thirst in the Oasis-dew .

[@copyright JYO – 3 Jun 2011]

I long for that touch and the heat within You light my life when darkness sets in

2011-06-30T10:27:00.000-07:00

YOU LIGHT THE FIRE IN ME…

I can feel that fire within thee

When you just brush past me

I have yearned for that touch and spark

Break not that promise,in times so dark..

I long for that touch and the heat within

You light my life when darkness sets in

It’s all in the head, that glow you show

Just a touch and there you go…

When you are within me you silently lie

When did you come out on the sly ?

Thy arid lips sans moisture lie….

I keep you in to light up the sky

Ah! that is how you and I remain

To touch and glow, in joy or pain

Lead kindly light, you are my pick

I am the ‘match box’ you the ‘stick’.

[@ copyright JYO 30 Jun 2011]

FOOT FETISH

2011-06-29T10:52:00.000-07:00

FOOT FETISH

The eyes espy and mind in trance

On key board even the fingers dance

Leaving everything real and mundane

No distinction between sane and insane.

A muse is enough to guide us through

A pent up mind like the tea we brew

Hands that rock the cradle, rule the world

And this dripping foot has verses unfurled !

You have a mind and and an endearing write

You say it with love or with a lot of spite?

But if you sit around for too long here

Your ‘feet’ can no longer take you there!

So,Step out, Ye! Men and women so fair

Step out ! Step out! Just leave the chair

Look out ! Life is beckoning us ..go on

To shake your leg and just move on…

If in rhythm this pedicured foot you see

Dripping like honey from a beehive free

A temple dance can put you in a trance

Feel it in you , the gyrations of romance .

So those who say such words - ‘My foot’ !

Should have a look at the foot I choose

Slender and tender her foot soft and fine

Arouses a foot fetish, in your hearts and mine?

YOU AND ME

2011-06-29T05:55:00.000-07:00

YOU AND ME

SHE

It matters not what fishes think

About the indian ocean

Or what of blue uncharted sky,

May be a Robin’s notion

It is enough that you and I,

Whatever be our girth

Shake a fist at fret and gloom

And gird the day with mirth

But it matters what you do think

About the snow capped hill

And yonder the cool rippling rill

With your love standing at it brink

For through your eyes the world I see

Through your smiles I smile

Hand in hand I will walk with thee

For miles on end..till the last mile.

ALLOW ME ...TO TAKE A STEP

2011-06-23T12:27:00.000-07:00

ALLOW ME …TO BE FREE

Allow me……………..to take a step

Please allow me…

To float a while in

My mother’s womb

Oblivious of many a tomb

The living tomb that exist beyond me

So, please , please allow me.

Allow me to be born,

To be accepted , adored

Without spite, sans the scorn

To take tiny steps in balance

Allow me , inspite of my nonchalance

That air around me, allow it to be free

So, please, please allow me…

Allow me to be ‘me’

When I grow up ; I should, with glee

Join school, laugh and sing

Allow me to play and dance

Force me not, for a pestering penance

To love and be loved, that’s me..

So, please, please allow me

Allow me to join college in step

With my friend, if I can gel

I will make ‘years’ out of a ‘date’, you can test

I promise your fears would then be put to rest

Allow me , to take that bold step

Please please allow me, that one step.

Allow me to step into your shoes

Allow me to grow without woes

Allow me to speak, don’t smother

Allow me also, to be a proud mother

Allow me , so I can allow that child in me

To grow and call me Mother! I am free.

@copyright JYO - 24 Jun 2011

SEE YOU SOON

2011-06-17T10:56:00.000-07:00

SEE YOU SOON
Oh! Such is the maze between See and Saw
Life around ‘seeing’ is just a Seesaw
I said to her “See you soon”
And she heard me say, “See you Swoon”

Snapping all ties, said she - “I’ll see you” and bolted
I thought she was inside, but she actually ‘bolted’
At last I looked at the Sea and found ‘her’
And, again the see-saw began yonder.

I asked her, “Are you coming?”
She again fretted and misunderstood…
Leaving me spellbound in a daze
She was quickly lost in the maze…

After a while, I met her again at the beach
And said, “How are you chum ?”
She flared and thought I was so ‘crass’
And promised to be out of my reach.

She was ‘coming’ when I was ‘going’
That was the irony of fate, I fear
She would ‘sit’ when I would ‘stand’
Her ‘lying’ – to me was not fair!

Is it just a cliché to say ‘See you again’?
Or has it a meaning in this busy game?
She sashayed into the Sea I waited in vain
A ‘game’ was she, but not my dame.

Rubbing my eyes, I woke up to see
If all this was a dream for me
‘SEE YOU’ has lost its meaning – I whine
In this virtual world of yours and mine.

So my friends I won’t mess it up again
I am doused in brine and not in wine
On that beach I will ‘stand’ my ground
Looking there to ‘SEE YOU SOON, around.

[ copyright JYO –All rights reserved]
6 Jun 2011

TEARS IN SORROW OR JOY

2011-06-15T06:49:00.000-07:00

TEARS IN SORROW OR JOY

WOMAN

In the depth of her eyes I think I saw

Through the corner of her eyes so slow,

Ere it reached her cheeks she choked

She stopped them in their flow !

She controlled today her unknown fears…

For her unfound child she spared her tears….

& MAN

He was a man, he thought at times

He had nothing to do with tears

Seeing his son struggle hard in his prime

Reminded him of his hardfought time….

And choked him with those unknown tears….

GIRL

I hate you! I hate you! She thumped his chest

Her heart raced like a horse of the wild west

She thought she would that night not last

As she went numb with his grip and pull

Tears again dropped into her bosom full

I love you! I love you! She whimpered at last.

& BOY

He cried like a baby in her frail little arms

How could he chastise and bring her harm

He sobbed on her bosom yet again

Tears did flow as she stroked away his pain

SO THEY MUST FLOW…..

Tears in a Man inundated I have known

Tears of a woman in her joys unknown

Tears of a mother when the new born cries

Tears of a father when his son, just ‘tries’….

"AND FLOW ON…

Find a man who can say to me

“I never cried” - he is a liar you see.

Sad is a man who says he never could cry

His sorrows bottled and his throat choked

He would go out and give one more try

And in the rain, he’d wobble in his jeans

As his tears in the rains - flow unseen.

TEARS & MORE...

In life, and death the tears flow unchecked

Every pent up heart in its wave is wrecked.

Tears can shear what no sword can do

And tears can join hearts sans much ado.

[copyright - Jyo jottypoet Joy- ]

LET ME BE THE TEMPEST OF THIS GENRE

2011-04-17T11:38:00.000-07:00

LET ME BE THE TEMPEST OF THIS GENRE

Knighted hero craving to caress her just once,

Unlocked lips craving for that fondest trance...

The war ensues outside and within, as lips part..

Just once more, once more.. "till death do us part .."

“Nay ! my Warrior ! The fiercest Knight! not tonight

A Battle awaits within (me), as I shiver in fright

A Battle rages outside and the foes must be in flight!

Go! my brave Warrior! Go! Let that kiss not melt tonight!!

The night is parting asunder as I feel you near

With moistened lips, I bid adieu to you dear

My heart aches, back arches and bosom rends apart

‘Can I tell you all that with my punctured heart ??’

I can bear the burden of the Widow’s Cross if ordained

I can bear thy bleeding heart and armour stained

But cannot shake that pride that comes with glory

For the yet unborn it will only be thy valour’s story.

If death is writ on the sands of time with honour

I will live and be the Tempest of this genre

That ebbs not in silence; that does not cower

Bathed in thirsty blood and sans a shower…

My life I give to thee, my love tonight

Let my kiss not melt thee ! not tonight!!

Let not men say “Whither? the brave Knight? ”

Let not women doubt “Will he do it tonight??

@copyright Jyotirmoy Ghosal

We come alone , and go out of this world alone. The sojourn in between is interspersed with joys and sorrows, togetherness and SOLITUDE. An attempt to describe the latter.

2011-03-09T10:50:00.000-08:00

SOLITUDE

Painful is the distance between us
Painful it is not to hear your lullaby
Painful are the joys we cannot share
Painful is the word-Good Bye

Memorable was the day we met
‘Unforgettable’ the hugs you sent
My heart now is too full and bloodied
My patience ebbed and joys just died

The world has loneliness unfurled
In my sleep I only tossed and twirled
No lovely dreams that may break tonight
Awake! I toss in pain, my mind in flight..

No light at the end of the tunnel – darkness, despair
No end to the storm within, only an unknown fear
That the end of the journey is now too near
Alone I came, so I go alone in life - so unfair!!.

I NEED YOU

2011-02-24T09:13:00.000-08:00

I NEED INEED INEED YOU !!

Numero Uno You are my need, I need

Two is company, so I need, you-I need!!

In that very dimension-'third', and till eternity I need

In the stillness of the dark night I need thee!

And at day-break ere I am awake, I need thee!

In the youth of the dawn, in the dusking Sun

In the showering RAIN and all the time, indeed

I Need, I Need I Need - only Thee I Need.

In the Kolkata of yore, along its paths beaten

Old and new faces face off, some love smitten?

Amongst the myriad mired, tired women and men,

Unknown you came, touched and made it like heaven

For succour to the tired brain, a little love I just need

For a pinch of peace for all, ‘You’- only you I need

At the tiresome traveller’s endless road I just need thee

And I love this LIFE so much, that I need thee.

NO PAIN- NO GAIN

2011-02-14T11:01:00.000-08:00

No Pain - No Gain, goes an old adage. All pain in life , bodily or otherwise is for us to suffer ALONE. If you don't believe it, prick yourself with a pin..Got hurt? you cried..did you bleed? The doctor will give you prescription, medicines and some placebos..and off he goes. So, PAIN... is part of nature. As humans, we can share our pain and provide placebos like the doc does. Love and hate are like the skin and the pin. You hold it right, the pin feels smooth. You hold it wrong, it pricks. No one wants anything, nor can any one give any thing..for we came empty handed and will leave also thus. But, all that we can do is to give each other a STROKE, a feeling of being there, for you. Going yet deeper, you can also see and feel , positive as well as negative STROKES. Both are needed at appropriate time and in appropriate measure. So, be in LOVE with yourself and the WORLD will change for you.

ICE-SO HOT !!

2011-02-11T10:24:00.000-08:00

With belching fire, the Ice does melt,

Shattering the coldest myths apart

Foes do find, hearts robed in flesh and ‘felt’

Time for a hot day out of a cold start!!

Solitude beneath the Ice at night

I can see but not reach the flickering light

If I could, just hold the fire tight

And volley it free when the time is right?

Blood and flesh here puts an abattoir to shame

Sound and fury, for a Nation’s fame?

Whither family? Progeny? Worth the price?

Ghastly Blood-Transfusion, from flesh to Ice!

My eyes dim as I see my final sight
The fire is cold and the Ice so bright!
My soul alive, the body is nought .
I smile when you say “Well fought! Well fought!!

[ @ copyright JYO]

From the solitary confines of our lives we watch the teeming millions..looking for friends [An exhortation in BANGLA]

2010-11-13T09:12:00.000-08:00

TUMI- KENO EKA ?

Jeebon manusher koto eka, nei kono saathi,

Kono bondhu, pada-protibeshi, nei kono saathi?

Obashya chari pashey achey maanush, Maanusher Bishvo

Nirontor nirnimesh, ei koti-koti manusher ei apurbo drishyo!

Ek Bishal jonosadharan, nirontor manusher shonkhya

Tumi-aami mile gorechi ei bishaal jonoshonkhya!

Tobuo kintu keno eka, tumi–aami keno?

Jodio koro chitkar, shaada deyena kehu, keno?

Bondhu achey tomar, kothay? Koto diner saathi?

Niruttar keno tumi, daak dao, shada dao saathi!

Achey,shobai eka,koto eka, bolo! Tumi? Aami?

Jeno nei keu aapon, shudhu baali, Morubhumi !!

Jeebone ‘Aashiyacho Eka roibey eka phiribey eka’

Keno tobey boshey accho hoey mriyomaan eka-eka ?

Dekho tomaar chirodiner shaathi, ei Megha,Hawoa kemon

Ononto ei Sagor, Porbot Aranya, pabena khoonje emon.

Jaago! Hey bondhu jaago hey! Thekona boshey aaji eka,

Esho, esho saathey aamar, Jeeboner shaathey koro dekha!

Koto Sneho, priti bhalobasha, haanshi-khushi acchey raakha

Jaago! Khhonjo! Bondhu hey! Thekona boshey aaji eka !

MY SCHOOL...@ GHORAKHAL..THE QUEEN OF KUMAON HILLS

2010-08-17T08:18:00.000-07:00

GHORAKHAL..THE LAND OF BEAUTY AND BRAINS

The hill of Ghorakhal amidst the hills,

Is proud of its buds which spangle still;

They bloom every day and tell others if they will,

Bloom like them and march like a rill.

This is a heaven on this earth,

Where birds sit chirping and there's no dearth,

This is their home where they all stay,

Next best is paradise where finally they’ll be away.

Sunshine is here and the rain pours too,

The cool breeze blows in the valley below,

And the hill of Ghorakhal with activity hums slow,

For here dwell the future hope rising from below.

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This was a poem composed by me when I was in class VII..So true today..

DREAMS

2010-08-03T11:13:00.000-07:00

If you dream of precious beauty

Which you hope to have some day

Keep on dreaming of it always

Never falter friend! Dream away !!

Let your dreams be your fascination

Free from all strife and worldly care

Sheltered thus from life’s temptations

Live beneath your blue skies fair.

At this hour- in tune with time

Live your dreams with joy sublime

Soon the things you long for dear

Will sure be real and not a dream.

Life has ever more been built

By the dreams along its way

Joys will come to you the dreamer

If you dream; a dream each day.

Today I dreamt of you again

Arm in arm we walked the lane

A lonely lane to a lovely Villa

Amidst a bower of bougainvillea

A cuckoo singing the songs of Love

The peacock dancing to woo his love

But when they see me hug you thus

And see you gently kiss and blush

They watch in awe at me and you

For I love my love the way you do.

HIS SORROW BEGGARS DESCRIPTION !!

2010-07-31T23:11:00.000-07:00

His life was void…………..

A lonely soul- yet hopeful

That this emptiness would go

And bring in days cheerful

It appeared …………………

Oh ! how fake it was..

That the pleasure was his,

But 'twas their pain that was, his.

For, he was lonely

Alone, he stood, petrified

In the lashing rain

Waiting and wetting in vain

Homeless, in hundreds -came

Wet and drenched in rain

Spreading their open palms

Begging again and again

What could he give them?

A piece of his own sorrow

That would multiply tomorrow

And engulf them !!

No ! he drank his sorrow

And felt thirsty for more

In the blinding rain he returned -

With a ‘bagful’ for tomorrow.

THE SCENE FROM BATTLEFIELD [RONOKHETROR DRISHYA( BANGLA)]

2010-07-18T10:54:00.000-07:00

Cholchey guli, phatchey boma, chari deeke ha-hakar,

Dhonyay-Dhuloy Akaash-Pataal holo nirakar…

Boney,Jongoley,pokkhi-poshur,shada-shobdo nei aaj,

Nei Horin, nei Gajaraj,nei banar kono, nei Mrigaraj

Bone-bone, maathe-maathe, Samudro-o Parbatey, Aakashe, Paatale

Baas kore rokto pipasha maanush din-Ratri, Shokale-bikale

Shone jaena anya kichu, Shudhu Mornasanna Manusher Artanad

Tobu cholche Gola-guli, Mrityur kone nei bishaad.

Aei ekhuni, kore bitaran Boma, biman gelo choley,

Aar sei saathe kicchu soinik , chiplo matir toley,

Hoyeche bicched hosto-mundo, shoreer theke akaaran

Mrita deho, royechey pode, Dhaka rokter abaron.

Protidin-i , protikhon-i chaichey boli Ronochandi,

Tobu choleche tara tibro beig-e, korey chitkar Maa-chandi,

Shoinik er mushthir bhitor acchey apaar Shokti

Phole,shotru hoye nirupay,ar paye oporadher shaasthi,

Koto Stree hoye bidhoba, haray Putro koto Mata,

Nirupay hoyna Tara, rokkha koren Bidhaata

Jonmobhumir Rokkha kore, Shoiniker onek labh

Jeebon laabh-e kirti –Laabh, hole Mrityu Swarga Laabh.

“TAHAADER SHAARAN KORIYA LEKHA HOLO EI PODYA,

EI RONOKHETRO-I JAHADER JEEBONER UDDESHYA,

HARIYECHE JAUBON, DHORECHE HAATHEY AAGOON

KATABE EI RONOKHETRE TARA NEEJEDER BHOBISHYO”

GYPSY ! THE QUEEN OF OUR HEARTS !! A story of our little love...

2010-07-13T10:42:00.000-07:00

GYPSY ~ my little love

A daughter of the hills

I played and danced.

I loved life, as it came;

I loved you all, just the same

When you miss me,

Do not cry my dear.

I am a gypsy, today here,

Tomorrow I am there!

If I did hurt you,

I did not mean to

A small soul, little I knew

I had sharp canines too.

But your love I pined for ;

Your caresses made my life

I longed for your love everyday

So do not cry for me, not today

For just a short span of ‘Time’

You won my little tender heart

And I thought I’ll be forever

With you, and within your heart.

A small soul that was me

I was yours never to part.

I thought so, did you too?

But God’s will, we cannot undo.

When you think of me

Think of this World – Fair ?

It’s not to every one

But, who loves has always won !

Pleasure – measured not merely

By days, months or years

But how much you were loved

Every little moment dear.

As in life here yesterday,

Or there in Heaven today

I loved you two, master and dame

And Jojo-the dog, all the same

Not dead nor gone away,

I’m in your very heart

Don’t cry for me - your ‘Gypsy’ dear

For the ‘finale’ is always queer.

[Gypsy was a female dog from the hills. She came to us as a pup, barely 20 days old. All of us in the family, including my dog Jojo, doted on the little thing. But, after spending only two weeks with us, a day after Holi, she suddenly died and left us crest-fallen. This elegy is an attempt to allay our deep rooted sorrow.]

POETRY IS INTERPRETATION OF LIFE IN ITS ETERNAL TRUTH

2010-06-25T10:25:00.000-07:00

‘‘Come, look out ….in the highways

In the ‘dust and heat along life’s

Common way’ all men and women

Waiting for some divinely-gifted man

Or woman that you may be, to give

Expression to the ultimate things

Un-uttered….the pain, the pleasure,

The hope, the fear, the faith, the doubt,

The courage, the despair, the love,

The yearnings….all, all the emotions

That human soul knows how to feel…

But because they are not poets,

Cannot voice…..If you would be

True to your responsibilities

And your privileges, voice not alone

Your feelings but all human feelings’’.

As in LIFE so in DEATH..there is always mystery unfolding itself...so just read , close your eyes and imagine.....

2010-06-25T09:44:00.000-07:00

FREEDOM ? FROM LIFE?

Mute, in the corner he stood

With unblinking eye that gazed

Out in to the star-studded sky

Waiting for his fate unfazed.

The cell was his home

For one more night (I sigh),

And tomorrow he’ll be free

From the prison - to live or die.

The sun may never, rise again

For him, if it were his doom.

Morrow’s dawn may cause him pain.

And joy of dawn may turn to gloom.

Sweating ‘n’ shivering in stupefied silence

For the final hour he waited

The ‘thud’ he heard of the boots constant

And the crow of the cock distant

The prison doors creaked open

And in they came to ‘free’ him

But found fresh flow of fervent blood

Mingled with the moistened mud.

LIFE OF A FLOWER- BANGLA

2010-06-23T11:23:00.000-07:00

PUSHPO TUMEE SHORBO SUKHI

Jonmer nahi byatha tomar, Mrityur nahi bhoy,

Grishho, sheet O borshakaaley, baas koro Nirbhoy,

Pokkhi, Poshu, Maanush, Debota, tomar ee korey gaan

Bhomra, Jonaki, Projapoti,kore tomar ee rosher paan,

Kokhono Kanone, kokhono charane Debtaar koro baas

Jekhane thako, prem shantir, koro prachar – bikaash

Balya jeeboner nei rodon, achhey shudhu haanshi,

Praurhabosthar bhabna chinta-r nei phansa phanshi.

Briddha bosthar byatha bedona, shey ki tomar achey?

Mishti pholer moton thako, jhoole gachhe-gachhe

Maya mamtar shikol theke, Mukto tomar Pran

Sookh –dookher chakre phense tumi, haona mriyomaan

Miloner nei haanshi tomar, nei biroher bedona

Manusher sookh shantir tumi, sarbakhan koro kamona

Premer pratham protirupe asho premikar hatey

Taar por-e dekha dao bibaher ratey

Tomar madhur surabhi bina , cholena Manoosher kaaj

Madhur miloner malaye gantha athoba, Mrityu shojjar saaj

LOVE IS .............LIVING LIFE FOR EACH OTHER!!

2008-09-05T09:33:00.000-07:00

Here's a Poem which explains all that a boy and girl must live for and live up to, in a relationship. It is simply worded and comes from the heart. At the cusp of spending our Silver Jubilee of matrimonial harmony, I thought I should share some thoughts with the Cyber world through this poem. If you find it interesting, do tell others and adopt these thoughts in your life. if not, please tell me so that I can add something more to our lives...and this poem.

LOVE

I have so little to give my dear
So little of silver and gold
But I can give you a gift my dear
That can’t be bought or sold

My friendship, if you find it sweet
My smile of greeting when we meet
My tears to comfort you in pain
My smile to cheer you up again

My hand to hold you in joy and sorrow
My love today and my love tomorrow.

Gold and silver mean nothing to me
I am what you can feel and see
Your love is all that I do care
Your joys and sorrows I will share.

Your lovely smiles from miles I see
Your open arms now beckoning me
Your unseen blushing cannot conceal
Your warmth of breath that I can feel.

A candle of understanding lit up in this heart
Shall not be put out by the wildest storm.
I shall drink from those eyes if ever I do,
And smoke out this life to rekindle you.

2008-08-31T08:44:00.000-07:00

I wrote these as a child of 12-13 yrs at school. Come to think of it, these words by a school boy are so relevant to my life and yours even today. Read on....

QUATRAINS

LIE ?

Do three things in life,
Drink, lie and steal
Drink from the Fountain of knowledge
Lie on the Bed of success
Steal away from bad company.

‘LIFE’

Fools are they who think this world,
To be their home perpetual ;
And know not that they’re guests for a day
For human life is ephemeral

‘POVERTY’

OH Poverty ! They hot breath,
Shalt once burn this earth:
Or they with brotherly affection
Shalt turn ravenous in dearth.

‘PAST’

The wilted flower of the past
Has lost its fragrance with her beauty lost;
Think not that once ‘it’ was pure
For you can’t make it bloom as before.

Tides swell up and tides ebb low,
But the seas bear water, still
For the tides that are, ought to flow;
Many a pearl to the shore may come and go.
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