My true identity

Standing on

the highest cliff,

I feel I shall merge

with the sky azure.

I hear the whispers

of the heaven,

solemnly inviting me

in its kingdom so pure.

The ambience beseeches

me to unite with it.

I hear the eloquence

of silence,

in the realms

of my solitude,

away from

the lifeless crowd.

The living spirit in me

grows enormous,

unrestrained by the

physical territory of the body.

It enwraps the ambience around.

I find myself lingering everywhere.

I am eternal,  

as long as the mountains shall live,

and the sky doesn’t fall.

As long as the ocean is boundless,

and time doesn’t stop.

I shall be here, there and everywhere.

Perish me, if you will

and you shall find

me sprouting as a seedling

the very next moment

in your garden.

My body may decay

but my spirit shall stay.

A grand communion

I lie on the velvety ground,

with my arms wide open

to enwrap the sky in my bosom.

Lurking behind the clouds,

the sun makes infrequent appearances

to admire me secretly…

expressing its profound love

I bask in its golden yellow sheen.

Verdant plains cushion me,

the grasses caress my face

and hum a sweet melody in my ears.

The naughty zephyr rustles through my tresses

leaving them disheveled .

The cosmos unifies with my soul

no more do we stand differentiated.

A moment of this grand communion

makes me the Universe.

  

An encounter.

An old flame,
lying comatose
on the memory lane
rose all of a sudden.

Destiny brought
them together again.
Years after,
though for a brief moment.

Eyes that once spoke
nothing but love
and gazed unabashedly
into each other
were now despondent,
seeking a haven to hide.

Eyes that now spoke
volumes of
love incomplete and
promises unfulfilled.

Thin lines of wrinkles
that showed their
premature senescence-
spoke of endless ennui
and longings.

They managed a
disconcerted smile,
barely exchanging glances.
A cold frozen silence
iced the warmness
that they tried hard
to feign but in vain.

Drifted away by memories
they reminisced their togetherness,
their innocent love
and candid differences.

The differences that crept in
with such effrontery
and broke their hearts
into millions of shards.

Hesitatingly, he said
to break the ice
"You look just the same"
He lied and she understood.
Yet, her face glimmered
and she suavely pushed back
a curl of hair back around
her ears and smiled lopsidedly
much like the old days.

They could hardly
exchange words
but confabulated fluently
non verbally.

She could no longer
bear the stifling discomfort
and said :-
"I think, I should leave"
and he didn't stop her.

An encounter of five minutes
brought back memories from the grave.
An old flame that died long back
faintly flickered today.

Untitled

The mundane mechanic life beckons yet again :-/ What a pity! I will miss my solitude, those indulgent hours of contemplation, my infrequent reflections in the form of my writes, those imperfect rhyme-less poems, my ever happy countenance, my effervescent self, my mystic ruminations. I will miss the movies that I watched, books that I read, I have formed such an everlasting emotional bond with them. Oh, they are my children, my treasures.

I don't have the slightest clue as why I become low spirited , outrageously superficial when I live that mechanic life , rushing after things that have barely any matters of consequence. I laugh a heartless laughter, seldom do I cry and seldom do I feel. What triggers this metamorphosis, I am yet to find. I know, that imp is there within me and there are days, when I rebuke it so hard that it gets subdued but then it again assumes its horrible shape.

It makes me feel like a mediocre lost in a crowd of mediocrity, hapless, sapless, rootless. I abhor that life. I really do. I abhor that "me". Disgustingly!

Tagore forever

Lyrics :-
Tumi robe nirobe , hridoye momo .....
Tumi robe nirobe .....
Nibiro , nibhrito , purnimaa nishithini shomo ....
Tumi robe nirobe ........

Momo jibono joubono , momo okhilo bhubono .....
Tumi bhoribe gourobe ,
Nishithini shomo .....

Tumi robe nirobe ......

Jaagibe ekaki tobo koruno aakhii ....
Tobo oncholo chhayaa more rohibe dhaaki .....
Momo dukkho bedono , momo shokolo shopono ....
Momo dukkho bedono , momo shokolo shopono ....
Tumi bhoribe shourobhe ,
Nishithini shomo .....

Tumi robe nirobe - hridoye momo ....
Tumi robe nirobe .....




English translation :- 


You are in the silent crevices of my heart,
my beloved-
like the blissful moonlight
of a full moon night.
Settled in my heart
ever so quietly.

You shall fill my youth
and my world alike
with pride
like the ever so fulfilling
moonlit night.
Oh my beloved, you are
in the silent crevices of my heart.

Your compassionate eyes
shall stay awake
to cover me
in their serene shade.

You shall fill my agonies and pain
dreams and desires alike
with your honor and pride
much like the ever so blissful
moonlit night.

You shall stay in the silent crevices
of my heart,
ever so quietly.




P.S :- The translation might not be up to the mark. However, it was just an honest endeavor by me. Constructive suggestions much awaited :) 

A reverie

Past memories , I fetched,
to sketch Nostalgia.
Etched in my heart is that,
which is oblivion to you.
Gone are the halcyon days
and time flew with such celerity-
of a caged bird that once released flies afar....
How I yearn to relive the past!

Your name

I thought
to picture you
on the canvas
of my poetry.

Profound were my feelings
but words-
Alas! They became recalcitrant.
I tried hard
to make my heart, speak.

An obstinate silence,
it assumed
and with fervor
it dived into the reverie
of your innocent memory
rendering me
an arrant pleasure.

Just then, the nib of my pen

involuntarily doodled

your name.

In that one word,
was my poetry framed.