some small poems

 

some small poems
good and bad
happy, sad
thoughts aligned
outlined, some out of line
moments of nature
nurture and torture
…
golden rays emerge, 
kissing the sleeping
earth with warm light, 
dreams dawn in
the awakening
…
green leaper on
reeds, 
rippling ponds
in evening light, 
nature's quiet song
…
sparrows dust wash
calling the clouds
earth's bath to start
soon
…
redolence of the
petrichor
tender pitter-patter
hope in the minds
of the farmers
smiles 
…
kolkata
a city of violation
a garb, a garment
in the guise of a
city of joy
girls, ladies, older
women, none escape
the male guage, their
ruthless, sponsored,
indulgent rage
---

forever free

I'm resting on the bank
of a river, looking...
me and the river, not
the same,
if one is the body
and the mind,
forever flowing,
the other is
the real me,
unchanged

I have a river in me
trapped in the flow,
yet same forever free

The Power

If one is a seeker
the power to remember
is important,
but the same seeker
needs the power to forget
in their journey
towards enlightenment.

The power to let go,
to forgive
is as lucrative as
the power to achieve.

Enemies

Make friends
but not enemies.

To lose friends is
easy, but to lose
enemies is difficult
cause even in their
absence you behold
them everywhere,
you don't let go of
them ever, you hold
them in your heart.

The Choice

Give your body
and mind to the
world, it'll destroy
you, kill you
while you're still
alive in an invisible
cage.

Give your body
and mind to the
Self, the bonding
will build you,
heal you while
you're living, it'll free
you from every
bondage.

the mistake

 

Translation of a poem by Mirza Ghalib

সারা জন্ম ধরে একটাই
ভুল করে আসছি,
ধূলো লাগা মুখে আমারই
তবু আয়না পরিষ্কার করে চলেছি। 

---

Throughout my life
my one vital error,
with dust on my face
I kept cleaning the mirror

---

Tout au long de ma vie
ai-je commis une seule erreur, 
avec de la poussière
tout autour de mon visage
j'ai continué à nettoyer
le miroir

The incomplete rhyme

"Early to bed and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy,
and wise."

Late to bed and late to rise,
Makes a person unhealthy,
craving for wealth,
worried and unwise.

reality

 

Wake up, mister and miss
to the world of peace,
the violent reality
you construct is but
a myth, it is blissfully
amiss

The rosary

 

In silence, the seekers are
seeking; intention, instrument
much the same, the difference
is but in the names,
not in the divine game.

They all hold a rosary 
in their hands
eyes closed they pray
their nimble fingers play
to end their major misery,
wars, trumpeting the seas
and the sands.

If all are praying for
peace, then why is 
the bliss amiss?
Are we getting drowned
in the words instead of 
sailing across to reunite 
with the unique thought!

Beliefs

 

If you're in conflict
with anyone, or
with anything
you are following religion.

If you're not in conflict
with anyone, or
with anything
you are following
spirituality.

Both are beliefs.

When you are dealing
with minds
you drown in conflicts.

When you cling on to
consciousness
conflicts cease to exist.

Both are beliefs.

Faith

Faith is a qualification.
Not everybody has it.

It gives you a passport
to the real world.

Once achieved,
it never expires, dies.

The fake world
you learn is a pack
of lies.

O Kamsa

O Kamsa, how many more
children will you still kill;
you're digging your own grave

mark our brave words,
your days are numbered
no matter what your skill.

The greatest disease

 

The greatest disease of today's
'what will people say'

सबसे बड़ा रोग
क्या कहेंगे लोग

La plus mauvaise maladie
d'aujourd'hui, c'est que
'que diront les autrui'

আজকের সবচেয়ে বড়  অসুখ
যা চলছে ও চলবে, তা হলো,
'লোকে কি বলবে'

understanding

life on this earth
from death to birth 
flowing at ease

love, to be in love,
to be loved, that is
all there is

when with the brain
we figure out
the heart, understanding
is difficult 

thoughts in passing

we may not have a future

we have a past

you run for the days ahead

we break on the lines read

oh candlelight

I saved you from

the wind, and you

are burning my

fingers

rivers

perpetually thirsty

to meet the seas

waters die, come back

with renewed energy

fire in the wood

butter in the milk

water in the clouds

butterfly in a caterpillar

adult in a child

we cannot see

they're borne out of death

invisible ecstasy

unspeakable agony

a mystery [part vii]

in the middle of limitless
cashless abundance
through restrictions
prescriptions and proscriptions
we do manage to establish
scarcity as reality, 
cash on poverty
a mystery

we talk about peace
act with arms
and weapons
a mystery  

Isn’t this a poem

A little learning is a dangerous thing

বিদ্যা শুভকরী কিন্তু সল্পা বিদ্যা ভয়ঙ্করী

a mystery [part vi]

we applied our resources
with power and force
yet couldn't find the source
a mystery

cocky knowledge starts in
the intelligent classroom
wisdom begins in the
whispering womb 
a mystery

sense organs
cannot function
when they are
in operation
a mystery

we fight, we war
with full dedication,
honesty and integrity
in love and camaraderie
we lack the passion
a mystery

 

a mystery [part v]

technology advances 
like the high-rise
rich richer poor poorer
a mystery

education is necessary
all harm is done by the
educated
a mystery

we talk about the good
samaritan
neighbors bad
a mystery  

a mystery [part iv]

we hide our nakedness
in shame
outfits show off our pride
a mystery

civilization the most
uncivilized faux pas 
a mystery

skills should heal
they kill
a mystery