Amidst everything, I get old.

Random steps

Nowhere they lead to

A journey alone

And destination unknown.

The birds there

Must have told you

With them for so long

But to them you don’t belong…

Walking for years now

On same path
I’ve made a mark

Of my presence

…persistence.

No, I’m not complaining

I was made for you

(To be ruined by you).

You have not forgotten me

Just can’t

I believe in it

I believe in the silence around.

--x-x---

The tiny little droplets

Slowly drip away

But remember one thing;

Amidst everything

I get old.

DURGA

A familiar fragrance grows on you
the light smoke
sketching an aura divine.
The vivid vermillion around
spreads strong.
And walking through the string of diyas
Intense.

I stand before her;
Ablazed.

Image by: Anirban Chakraborty

On World Photography Day

Insect on a canna lily

                                                "Let there be light."

Photo courtesy: Anirban Chakraborty

Camera Model : Nikon D5000, Nikkor 18-55 VR lens

Utopia It Is…

Today he’s laughing

Today’s he’s enjoying

Full of life, full of love

A day of his puppets

Reflects his verve.

A perfect day planned for them

A classic you see begins;

They yearned for it

So out of reach it seemed

But today they are living their dream.

The subtle fragrance of incense and flowers

Gently wafts in the breeze

Yes truly this is

How it begins!

Purity of hearts

Serenity of minds

That’s how the utopian mates

Were puppets divine.

Gurgling water splashing over stones

The bubbles dance, sings that song

Of the joy that each moment holds

The endless tale of eternal bliss

Putting life to lifeless

Utopia it is…

Making way through those slippery stones

A quest to capture moments so fine

Those cheers and floating laughter

Gawd! It’s all so hard to define.

The melted chocolate

Slaking the souls

Both of them

Enjoying the luxury of their roles

The air of togetherness

Raising the spirits

And those silly attempts to startle, amuse and tease

Aah! Utopia it is…

The master rejoices

For putting up such a fine show

With a heavy heart he drops the curtain

And his tears of joy begins to pour

But the magic of this day will never cease

That’s why we say

Utopia it is

Utopia it is…

SPRING

Spring shall come forth

Teeming blazing water upon ice

Tingling the breaths…….

Shall come as stress lines upon forehead

Sweeping away hardships

Ascending the rugged mountains

It will gush down as rivers

Laying backdrops

Blossoming colours

Modeled as per wishes

Would sprout blithely into the womb.

ps: Can't really express how lucky I am to have posted this. Here comes a unique blend of relations..emotions... The Image comes from my Best Friend, a painting which depicts the aura of spring while the Verse comes from my Dad's book Aur Kuch Nahi Toh, a translation of his Hindi poem Basant.

Muses, I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.

Various Verses II

(1)

No drops I saw

Yet it rippled

Silence swarmed

And gently echoed

The breeze that swept my tresses

Never blew.

You didn't speak anything

And I heard

All.

(2)

The kiss of love

The touch of art

And my life lustres

With the magic of one moment.

The eternity you brought

They call my life,

" One Halcyon. "

PS: Dedicated to my dear mates "Aham and Anahita".

Various Verses…

(1)

Reflected me

It shone my beauty

That Thespian hero gazed into the pool

But you lured me into those two

I plunged

I drowned

I lived.

…

(2)

No you haven’t told me

In dull, insipid words

But I could listen

In your silence

Or read between those words

Which were left fumbling

For me to ponder…

…

(3)

Thick blue mist hovered

Nebula threw up that genie

And he asked me to make three.

I wished you

I wished you

I wished you.

He told me I wasted two.

I replied, he wasted three.

He smiled and moved on…

Image Illustration: Painting by Anirban Chakraborty.

Oil pastel, 2002, took about a month’s time. One of Artist’s personal favourites, mine as well.