Sunday, August 30, 2015

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.

Friday, August 28, 2015

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.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

cœur

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cœur
sonne comme la hymne
même flux,
même rythme

terre
palpite intérieur
avec constante lueur,
sans extrêmes inférieurs

la terre est le cœur, simple et clair
sagesse de chaleur chuchote dans l'air

Tant que la Connaissance dans l'aile frappe et meurt
ils gagnent pour la vie, leurs romances demeurent

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

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

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

Sunday, August 16, 2015

L'arbre

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Je suis un arbre, avec un nom
Mes fleurs, fruits
Jamais approuvés de votre goût
Étrange ils semblaient
Je reste fixe au sol
Mes branches pourtant, elles voyagent dans l'air
Une carte connue ont-elles, dans votre monde

Toutefois, vous êtes assis dans mon ombre
Noirceur innommable
Bavée de lumière
Mon éveil
Tombe
Avec tout ce que je suis,  j’ai
Vous donne un confort répandu
Comme tout autre arbre
Dont le tout
Rentre votre sens

Saturday, August 15, 2015

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

Monday, August 10, 2015

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.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

ঝম ঝম ঝম

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বর্ষার কাল মেঘ এসেছে
চারিদিকের ঘিরে
ধুলোজলে মেশা গন্ধে আর প্রকান্ড গাছের দোলে
মলিন ক্লান্তি খ’সে পড়ছে
মনের মেঘকে দুলিয়ে দিয়েছে
চিন্তাদুঃখকে আর বন্ধ ক’রে রাখতে পারছিনা
চোখে, কানে ধূলো ঢুকছে
আমার মনের ধূলো খিলখিলিয়ে বেরিয়ে
ভেঙ্গে পড়া আকাশে যাচ্ছে মিশে
ভিতরের কঠীন শব্দেভরা ঘ্যানঘ্যানে গদ্য
মেঘের আওয়াজে গান হ’য়ে বেরিয়ে আসছে
আমার কানে কিছু জল-মাটি ঢুকে বলে গেল
নরম ক’রে, কবিতার মত
দেখিস! আজ বিরাট কিছু একটা হবে
এর চেয়ে আর কি বেশি হ’তে পারে!

আমি ভাঙ্গছি,
ভিজছি
আর শুনছি
ঝম, ঝম, ঝম

Friday, August 7, 2015

power to continue with the passion

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With passion, without noise,
Do what you can do
Like flowers that bloom, fish that swim,
Birds that fly and sing
Listen to your inner voice
Leave the rest
For good, better, best
Degrees outside of you
Can hardly silence you from within

Thursday, August 6, 2015

There were these people


There were these people
In the marketplace, malls, multiplex
Sitting, chatting, binging, boozing, talking about sex
Some bitching about their mothers-in-law, bosses
The arena was filled with fun, chatter, and blabber
Adorned with smirks, grins, groans, laughter...

Dancing with the chirps, in the actions and the art
I was there in every mouth, in every heart
In every sense, in every nerve and vein
I watched deceit, generosity,
Friendship, glamour, fraternity,
In the busyness, laziness of the place
If there were conceits and fights, too there was warmth and grace.

Boom!

In a minute everything changed
In all the organs and feelings, where I dwelt
A strange bright colour flowing from them, amazed
All dreams, poems are suddenly put to rest.

If I reside in this abrupt blue,
I dwell in the boom too!

Let me watch now, how this is dealt

Angry, horrified brains are now sitting, discussing
How to commit a crime like the actors
To show them how creative intellects are
I tried to whisper in them, in vain
That’s a hurricane with a different name
Your angers won’t dump the storm dear women and men.

My people, my world shuns the criminals, not the crime
Both immortal become, through the passage of time
Killing the act has no place in the room
Actors on the ground survive through the boom.

I am watching this without guilt or shame
How tomorrows present this move on game

There were these people...

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Hats off



Hats off to humankind
Intelligent and powerful, if you please
Invented conflict into the world
But is yet to discover peace

Civilisations replete with wealth, wherewithal
Flawless, thronged with luscious charms
Crops here stack, blight and crawl,
Treasured weapons fly, empower tense arms
Friendship bounces back, on every Samaritan’s walls

Enamour the ears and the eyes
Delightful and pleasing aesthetics
Entertainment and condolence here lie
In selective, deaf and dumb gimmicks
Poverty of a kind, forever feeds the rich

Pockets overflow with slaphappy contests
Who has it the most, who is the best
Colourful thinking hats subdue fresh efforts futile
Hysteric people gunned their own simple smile
Blindness is the vision, armistice; put anew to rest

Cheers to growth and development
Networks, sky-ways, and freeways concur to connect
Yet hearts off and on, chime a harrowing piece
For the paths appear to be strong, but unstable and weak
History meets in time, as the ignored witness meek

Hats off to humankind
Intelligent and powerful, if you please
Invented conflict into the world
But is yet to discover peace

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Reminder


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Inside the box, a pathway
a dream lies
hands that wrote and sang
myriad stories
from the waves on the sands
from the flowers to the brooks
eyes looked for colours
scarlet and gray united as one
beyond black and white reality
ears heard the tune from a distant land
an aria that thrilled the heart
waiting to be devoured in time.

It once looked for mangoes in October
coloured the dove, caressed by the few  
hummed a tune that sounded like the dew
the bird tried to flutter its wings
inspirited song did the heart sing
reveries from within, requiems died
now in deep slumber,
a silent world inside.

In this silence
freshly deceased dream
gleaming in flame-like waves
with flower-like warmth, essence
through the dispossessed organs
a keepsake
exuding through a stream
in quiet footsteps