Truth falls in place

Even in the gutter or litter

I smile, I will to be, I glitter

Even in pages of differences and deaths

I ask you to live, my whiff gives you breaths

Even in the hands wheezing wrath, mayhem

The raging flame inside wills to write a poem

This is the truth, truth it is, this is!

Even words out of place, long to feel the breeze...

The womb

World is but a womb

Sentient beings travel deep inside

In comfort, born, only born, with pride

Begin, only begin to blossom

This unending journey, is a mystery to learn

That it is one; it cannot be lost or won

That lives in this space, can console the tomb.

Irrelevant

Words nest inside,

yearning for wings.

The sky invites,

provokes from within.

From the den, eyes behold the blue

so many times, yet so new,

what words want to write

ruffle, ripple, rewind.

No point, coming out in the air…

to show, what the spread had not yet seen!

The simmer’s on as it were

while words can imagine.

cœur

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cœur

sonne comme un hymne,
même flux,
même rythme.

La terre
palpite au-dedans,
lueur constante,
sans chute ni perdition.

La terre est cœur —
simple, limpide —
la sagesse y chuchote,
une chaleur fluide.

Tant que la Connaissance
bat d’aile et s’éteint,
eux, vivants, chantent ;
leurs romances ne prennent fin.

heart

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heart

sounds like hymn

same flow,

same rhythm

earth

throbs inside it

constantly glows,

without limit

earth is the heart, simple and clear

warmth of wisdom whispers in the air

As long as Knowledge knocks and dies in the wing

for life they’d beat, for love they’d sing

naissance

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sont nés les grains

afin d’engendrer des graines

dans la danse de l'univers

son maître, sans cesse

chorégraphie couches sur cette terre

comme ses semblables

dans les formes, tailles visible et hors

dans les lacs et ruisseaux

les rivières, les océans

montagnes, les déserts

dans les cieux

le lit le plus profond de la terre

points de congélation et brûlants

en bouts et bonds

des millions de moments

avec des points de silence et de son

voyagent

partout

au sein et au-delà des mains humaines

raisonnant l'existence du directeur

jours et nuits ébranlants

la naissance, l'accouchement et la naissance

partout

ainsi naît l'amour, pour se répandre

décès repeuplent dans le ballet

aucune perte, dans l'air merveilleux

se réjouit la naissance en fuite constant et stable

à la seule chanson errante qui se joue sur la scène

birth

seeds are born

to give birth to seeds

in the dance of the universe

its master, ceaselessly

choreographing birth on this earth

as his counterparts

in shapes, sizes visible and beyond vision

in the lakes and brooks

rivers, oceans

mountains, deserts

in the skies

the deepest bed of the earth

freezing and burning points

in bits and bounds
millions of moments
with dots of silence and sound
travelling

everywhere

within and beyond human hands

echoing the director’s existence

rollicking days and nights

birth, birth and birth

everywhere

thus love is born, to breed love

deaths reborn in the ballet

there’s no loss in the wondrous air

birth rejoices in constant and stable transience

in the sole wandering song that’s played on the stage

L'arbre

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L’arbre

Je suis un arbre au nom secret,
Mes fruits, mes fleurs — nul ne les connaît.
Leur goût vous trouble, il semble ailleurs,
Comme un soupir sans forme, sans couleur.

Je suis figé, pourtant j’aspire,
Mes branches voguent dans le zéphyr.
Elles dessinent, loin de vos pas,
Des cartes que vous ne lisez pas.

Mais vous vous posez sous mon ombre,
Où luit une clarté qui tombe et sombre.
Mon éveil glisse entre vos doigts,
Chute invisible, douce et sans voix.

Je vous confie, sans bruit, l’espace,
Un apaisement que rien n’efface.
Et comme tout arbre en silence,
Je vous rends à votre présence.

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The tree

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I am a tree, with a name

My flowers, fruits

Never approved of your taste

They Seemed Strange

I lay on the ground fixed

My branches though travel in the air

It has a map in your world Known

Yet you sit in my shade

Nameless Darkness

Drooling out of light

My enlightenment
Falls
With everything I am, I have

Gives you a familiar comfort

Like Any Other tree

Whose everything

Fits your sense

Times, with daughter

Good morning to you all, hey!

I am thrilled, excited

I am going on a date

With my daughter today

I have never felt so complete and rich

All knotty, gloomy clouds gushing out from within

She asked me out; with me she’d spend some time

I’m in seventh heaven now, aren’t I in cloud nine

I saw her up, through time through the years

Sleeping on my lap, easing out her fears

We sang, played and danced, we talked high and low

Times in my eyes had seen her bloom and grow

I asked her, why date with baba*, hey you pretty miss?

My witty child replied, so you chime a rhyme on this

Note: *baba: In bengali, baba means father

At a time when I am struggling to survive, to make ends meet, my daughter, who has just started working, asks me out! I am rejuvenated and wanted to keep this feeling just as it should be, as a reminder that despite all the fiscal losses, I am rich, that nothing is lost.