Friday, August 28, 2020

Men and women of word

 









The ship was battling the wind.
All of a sudden, men and women
inside, were aware of what was 
happening, but if it was true or false,
they were still in doubt, they sat 
around and argued for long hours;
all this while the floating people 
were unable to sense any movement,
they were, therefore, not convinced about 
the debacle, they thought the ship was 
indestructible; so, they were asking 
questions that weren’t quite about 
the benefit of the vehicle.

Yet, the queries were genuine and honest, 
though, they might not have been so relevant.
They were asking about the purpose 
of the journey, thought-provoking queries
on how the ship was made, about the creator,
the operator, the destructor, the benefactor; 
they came up with many ideas, theories,
and beliefs, each one guarded their own 
as though thoughts were like their golden garden, 
they had to protect them with arms and weapons
they fought, they swore, they invented wars,
all this while, the ship was their only star
twinkling in the space, like a speck of dust;
they also argued if god was an invention 
or if it was a discovery, if the journey of religions 
ended in, or began from the ocean of spirituality,
if the ocean, a destination, a liberation of 
many rivers also needed to go somewhere,
and be liberated, if there was another ship 
in some other space also sailing like them? 

During all this entertainment, the ship had 
weakened, the rats are slowly deserting 
the place, many holes, some detected, 
were then letting salty waters in the deck.

But wise men and women were still
debating on who to assign as the worthiest
captain of the swinging haven,
and wondered why god wasn’t coming 
to save them from the calamity; they
wanted to know if god merited a capital G,
even at that point in time, they were 
seen battling with themselves, 
ignoring the turmoil the ship was 
going through, they were still 
asking questions with alacrity,
well-meaning and intelligent,
for which there wasn’t one
single, simple answer, hence
they were drowned in duality.

The ship failed to sail anymore.
Wise men and women thought 
they arrived at a conclusion; 
some opined that god was just 
another word, while some others
said, God wasn’t just another word.

Monday, August 24, 2020

মা আসছেন

 


মা আসছেন।
পৃথিবীকে করোনাসুর মুক্ত করতে,
আবার আমরা দেখবো খোলা
আকাশ, আমাদের কারারুদ্ধ শ্বাস 
প্রশ্বাস পুনরায় পাবে ত্রাণ, 
পাবে পবিত্র বাতাস। 

তোমরা শুধু ভক্তি, বিশ্বাস
নিয়ে তৈরী থেকো, পারবে তো?
তাহলেই হবে জয়, নিশ্চয়। 

মা আসছেন।
মহামারী নাশ করতে
আসছেন মহামায়া। 
চোখ, কান বন্ধ করে
অনুভব কর তাঁর পদধ্বনি, 
চতুর্দিক আলো করে আসছেন
করুণাময়ী, ত্রিনয়নী। 

তোমরা তৈরী থেকো নিয়ে শুধু
সরল বিশ্বাস আর ভক্তি, 
পরিত্যাগ কর, সকল
গরল ন্যায়, তর্ক, যুক্তি। 

আনন্দ স্রোতে ভাসাতে
আসছেন পরমেশ্বরী
পৃথিবীর দুঃখ মোচন করতে
আসছেন অনুপমা গৌরী, 
তিনি উমা, আমাদের মা। 
তোমরা আনন্দাশ্রূ দিয়ে
বরণ করো তাঁকে
বিশ্বাস আর ভক্তি দিয়ে
সাজিয়ে দিও মাকে। 

Sunday, August 23, 2020

Let there be light 😅



East can say this with pride,
The Sun shines first on their side, 
That makes the poor West
Backdated up-to-date!



My dear sis-in-law wished me a good morning from New York when it was evening here in India. That's how the lines woke up! 

Friday, August 21, 2020

It's you


Morning dew
Falls in my eyes, 
Another sunrise
Will be seen
In the horizon, 
A pack of lies
Will begin to
Consume the day, 
Alluring ways, 
Mad rush, chasing time, 
Ignoring the rising star
For a meaningless reason, 
Will invariably lead
The world and its cousin
To the pre-written prison. 

In the interim, 
Let me hum
With the birds, 
Without words. 

I wonder how sadness
Can be so beautiful, 
It brings us closer
To the truth.

I realise that the dew 
Is not just a mere drop, 
It's your presence, it's you. 

Thursday, August 20, 2020

Response

 

In your presence,
All mundane fears,
Inane thoughts, turn
Into insane happiness. 

In your light,
Darkness disappears,
Heaviness of the heart
Heals, feels weightless.

In your company, there's
A sense of ceaseless cheer,
Work gets done at ease, like
Magic, everything falls in place.

Your soft, melodious words
Sooth my enriching ears,
In you, I find my universe
Full of charming grace. 

You, I will never ever leave,
Your love I hold so dear;
In you, I'll confide and believe,
Respond to your vibrant silence.

Wednesday, August 19, 2020

No strings attached


I had my strings clotted
In my playing instrument,
A stubborn knot
Jutting deafening sounds;
The beautiful tune
Lost its ground,
Unrecognisable voice,
A screeching noise. 

I sat alone, under
A comforting tree
Maybe
Like Gogo or Didi,
I pulled out the strings
Gently, one by one
I couldn't believe to see
The lost battle, won. 

I got back the rhythm
The fascinating melody
I sang, I danced
In insane ecstasy
'This is it! The real me!'
I heard me say, I played
Myself, wandered away;
Surprised to see
I got back my friends,
My relatives, my loving family
I got back everything
So dear to me! 

Now, no strings attached
My instrument can play
A mesmerising song
That I lost for long;
In an unknown space,
Under a comforting tree
My strings were free,
I found my way.

Rest in peace

I want to live in peace
That is my greatest rest;
I sleep with open doors,
Open mind, in a cosy space
With open windows. 

My calm can't be stolen
By burglars or thieves,
In this life, I will see
Myself out of petty conflicts,
My light of love, of happiness
My supreme success;
My golden garden reconstructed
A bed of fragrant roses
Chirping birds, softest breeze
Kindest words, infinite bliss! 

Nothing hidden,
My story, rewritten
Happily ever after
Living in peace.

Moment of truth


When I have nothing 

To do, I go to 

Sleep, 

When I get something 

To do, I 

Sleep, 

When I go to work

Or do the chores, I 

Sleep, 

I am sleeping all the time... 

I walk in my 

Sleep, 

I dream in my 

Sleep. 


I will never wake up, I will

Sleep for as long as I live. 


Perhaps, perhaps when

It'll be time to leave for good, 

Will I wake up for a moment of truth. 

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Bright sunny days










There's always this sunrise,
Irrespective of time and space;
With a pair of alert ears and eyes
It's never ever too late
To wake up from the cosy bed,
Walk your ways with steady steps
And live up to your bright sunny days. 

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

আজও বেঁচে আছি

 


আরে, কোথায় আছিস!

যারা ১৯৯০ এ হয়েছে

তাদের বয়সই এখন তিরিশ! 

আমরা ম্যাপের বাইরে চলে গেছি

সব, নেই ঠিকানা, নেই কোনও হদিস

তবুও কিশলয় মন, এখনও উনিশ-বিশ, 

প্রাণে, ধমনীতে, গুনগুন করে অহর্নিশ

শুধু বলে আজও আছি, আজও বেঁচে আছি।


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