In the Light of Candle
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In the Light of Candle
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CONTENTS
To My Mother
I Would Visit You
Bloody Earth
I’ve to Tell You a Tale
To Your Garden
Intoxicant
Tears
Letter, Mobile and Some Feeling
For Love
My House
The Dead Century
A Black African Says So
In the Light of Candle
I Thought
Black Market
To You
The House
Poetry
Had I Known
No Flower
Since Then
In the Land of My Crazy Beloved
In the Fair Field of
In the Fair Land of
In the Hill of Sorrows
Ornament
The Song
Look At
After Death
I Would Not
I Also Can
When I Look at Your Face
Hard is Your Heart
Monalisa
Since Long
Hunger
You Have No Right
Metaphor
After a Step Ahead
The Melody
Veiled Up
I Get Melted
To My Beloved
Vigilant Night
In Finale
For the Present
Still Silent is the Flute
In Such a Bloody Night
As the Night Embraces
How Pathetic
Listening to the Humming Tone
Sighs
My Beloved
But Alas!
Oh! Where are You
How Intoxicating
For Your Thirst
I Got Drowned
My Beloved -II
To My Beloved
In Your Hand
I am Pacing Ahead
We Die Within
I am a Child Sunk in Dream
Solely For You
A Piece of Stone
My Entity
A Tool In My Hand
Let Us March Ahead
Devotion
Love
If It is the Hour
Let Us Go Ahead
I Was in Wait
For Your Love
Alas!
With Words
After Day and Night
I Have Been Travelling
The Sin
Yours
Lonely Love
Alas! A Note of Filthy Rupees
Poverty
White Truth
No Grievance
Democracy
Untitled
Revolution
In the Hot Heat of Your Love
There Was a Forest
An Introduction
Chaos
Brothel
Had I Means!
What a Queer Darkness
Nothing But Love
A Soul
The Fragrance of Jasmine
Just This Moment
Poetry
After the War
Reception
Whether Me or My Love
Love
Come On My Maid
What a Charisma
Would You Come Unto Me
I Love YouÂ
I’ve Not Dreampt of
Being a Poet
True Devotee of Love
In the Mountain of Love
If You Don’t Do
If God Revives Me Again
Have You Come in
If You Wish
Come Out and Enjoy
The Silver Night Queen
Madness
Hope
Forlorn Hour
Wish
A Poem
Let Not Our Offspring Be
The Image of My Mother
You
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IN THE LIGHT OF CANDLE
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To My Mother
Mother, excuse me
I’ve become decrepit
To keep up my promise given to you
My backbone has been broken down into pieces
My entire entity has been torn apartÂ
With the roaring of the lions.
My eyes are plucked up to the rootÂ
And I am unable to see the path. Â
My ears are made deaf by the sound of jets.
Mother, excuse me
I’ve become unable to climb up the greens
Look at me, mother
My hands are manacled
The sickle that you gave me
Has been snatched away from my hand.
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Mother, would a sun take birth in your smile
That would enlighten the entire world?
Mother, bless your new child.
Let die your dead child. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
I Would Visit You
I have given you words:
I would visit you the following year once
I shall climb up the paddy field with you
Putting my palm upon that of yours.
I will walk in the cornfield barefoot
I have heard that there grow the greens.
Isn’t it?
Do you know, friend?
I like to enjoy the greens swept away by the wind.
Friend, does the sunrise in your valley?
I would like to enjoy the sun rising there.Â
I will fill up my four pocketsÂ
With the voices of the blue, white birds.Â
Here in our landÂ
There is a great scarcity of the voice of any bird.
I have heard- The deers and antelopes drink water in the open ponds
Please show me once.
Here in our land, there is no howl of jackals
Nor the whistle of crickets,
We are accustomed to the shooting sound of the guns
In our land, the sun rises at midday climbing up the high hills
If I am alive till the coming autumn
Sure, I will visit your land. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
Bloody Earth
One night I went to another world
In the entire sky of that worldÂ
There was a single heart.
I was afraid of-
How does the sky bear so much blue?
The glittering stars said to me:
We all have only one flag.
Our father is one,
Mother is one
Only wombs are many.
We obey only one religion,Â
One creed and one culture.Â
I heard and returned
When I told all these
One of my mates said:
I also went there once
But returned soon
How I bearÂ
So much peace in my narrow heart! 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
I’ve to Tell You a Tale
I’ve to tell you a tale
The tale of a land full of greens
The green grass grew there in lush
Green was its water, like the greens of the seas.
My father’s father often said so.
He heard the tale from his father’s mouth
There was a river rounding which a civilization set up
They lived under a big treeÂ
The sky was their roof
They did not know –what Democracy is
Yet they were the Lords of their own.Â
Now there is none
The civilization got devastated when there rose up a king
The grass of the land demands:
None can search out our history. 0 0 0
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To Your Garden
Once I frequented your garden
Driving away the darkness of the night
Following the smell of your mouth
But when I arrived at your gardenÂ
All the lights had gone off
All the flowers got withered
I wandered about here and there
Searching for your fragrance
But a reptile chased after me and I ran back.
Many days and nights have passed
Now my frequenting has turned into history.
Now I’ve become the Lord of that garden
And the flowers bloom in my heart
That never faint, never wither. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
Intoxicant
To curb the anxiety of the mind
To forget the pain of separation from a dearest oneÂ
To connive at unbearable poverty
To deviate mind from the humdrum ways of life
Now-a-days men have taken to narcotics.
Having drunk they have to lie headlong in the streetÂ
Some have got accustomed to abuse,Â
Beat and torture their wivesÂ
After returning home at mid-night.Â
They have accustomed to utterÂ
The unutterable words and phrases being drunk.
Some have forgotten their daily chores.
I have seen one who sold his shirt for a sip of opium.
(How much true was the news- I don’t know)Â
Wine, poppy, cigar, tobacco, are some of the species of intoxicants.Â
Some say:Â
Hankering after the opposite sex is also a kind of intoxicant.
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Now-a-days the prices of all the goods are raising higher
I have heard from the mouth of one of my mates:
The cost of a pack of English wine is one thousand
A pack of Japanese wine is one and a half thousand.
He reported more:
A hundred grams of heroin costs ten thousand rupees.
All the intoxicants are prohibited to deal in an open marketÂ
But no ban on the black market.
Another friend of mine commented:
What a fool they are-
Who are addicted to so much costly heroine.
Another mate said to me:
It is better to buy a woman for a hundred rupee.Â
She will keep you intoxicated for the whole night.Â
She is sold in the open market.
What else can be a cheaper intoxicant than a woman’s flesh! 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
Tears
Shed your tears
Here on my palms
My Gold, my beloved.
I’ve spread flat my two forlorn palms here
Since my birth, I have been alone
Please give me your touch
At least with your tears
I am so long alone in a solitary cell.
How can I bear so cutting pain of loneliness? 0 0 0
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The letter, Mobile and Some Feeling
Excuse me, my dear darling
Since the advent of Mobile Phone
What a drastic change has occurred to me!
I have forgotten the art of writing a letter
Just like you.
I‘ve remembered-
Day after dayÂ
How eagerly I kept waiting to receive your letter
Written in a hand just like the beck of a parrot.Â
When your letter fell in my hand
What an agitation was not felt in my heart!
I read it, reread it,
How tenderly I handled it,
Filled up with warm kisses
And forgot myself
Being intoxicant with a divine ecstasy! 0 0 0
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For Love
They were buried here- in this very field.
They had died a premature death
In the hand of the revolutionaries.Â
Time will pass Â
We will be living no more
Then the followers of the revolutionariesÂ
Would take up the charge of the field
And then they will say:
Once there was a river. 0 0 0
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My House
I had a shed house
They took hold of it and built a mansion on my houseÂ
And then some others built another mansion on it
And then another
And again another one
They have been building new and new houses with many chambers
They are now the inhabitants of skyscrapers
The stars appear to them to be largerÂ
We- who have been living on the ground floor,Â
Have become dwarfs in the eyes of them
They hate us, they spittle on our heads;
They tread on us.
Pity to them – what fools are they!
They can hardly realizeÂ
That my shed- house is the foundation of their mansion. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
The Dead Century
My mother gave me birth toÂ
In a timeÂ
When the worlds with all the galaxies were sunk in utter darkness
The far-off green mountains were clothed in black clouds
The goddess of the moon was in its mother’s womb
Now I’ve come of age
And with me, the dark night has been becoming darker
I am moribund
And the darker night has been becoming deeper
I desire-
If I could fall into sleep in peace! 0 0 0
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A Black African Says So
That you have seen the Pyramids
They have been carrying with them the grandeur, pride and victory
A grand heritage of stones and sculptors
Of the ancient emperors.
Perhaps they would remain standing for some thousands of years more
Bearing the testimony of their pride and glory.
The Pyramids people from the nook and corner of the globe visit
And become aback in wonder
And bow down to the might of their patrons.
But alas! If you had appreciated
How every block of stones got wet with the sweat of the black slaves
What weight they had to suffer on their shoulders!
How many slaves met their premature death under the stones?
Had you known –
How the obstinate workers had to bear up the beating of fire
All those history remains unwritten forever
But if you shut up your eyes and see with the eyes of your heart
You would come to read all this history
Hidden in every block of the stones. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
In the Light of Candle
In the flickering light of the candle
When I practise the art of death at night
Then often I come to see the image of my old father
With a cigar between his fingers
He goes on smokingÂ
As if he has been burning off all the debris of the earth.
Seeing this mission of my father
The infant pen in my hand drops down.
I think –if I could have burnt up all the fouls of the globe!
But I am forlorn, I am helpless
I have no cigar with which I can burn off all the foul smell of our heart. 0 0 0
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I Thought
When I kept my hands on that of yours
Or you kept your hands on that of mine
Then I thought-
Throughout the entire worldÂ
There was the existence of you and me only
As if all the bliss of heaven came down to us
With all their glory
If I could be a poet:
I would say:
We were happier than the rivers of the earth
More beautiful than all the roses of the globe
Newer than the bright sun
As free as the wind.
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Time passed on
Now between us, there is a great gap
Now it seems the earth is full of people
I am alone out of it.
But what have you felt-
I am utterly ignorant of it. 0 0 0
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Black Market
Once I had a great abhorrence of the black market
I heard and even experienced-
In the black market
An artificial scarcity of goods is created
Sometimes some costly goods are sold at a cheap price
And sometimes some cheap goods are sold at a high price.
In the black market, the government is deprived of vat and tax
The consumers are sent to the seas.
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But of late
My outlook toward the black market has reversed
I have ceased to abhor the black market
Because my beloved off and on comes to me
And sell her love at a cheap price
I also got her love bought in silence
In such transaction
We pay neither vat nor tax. 0 0 0
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To You
With a horrid difficulty
I’ve collected the ten-digit numbers of your cell phone
That you’ve added to your modern lifestyle
You’ve gone far away from me
And your soul has been wandering around me stealthily
As the comet of Halley moves round the sun.
Perhaps it was I who heard the name of cell phone first
Yet I remain one of being unable to become an owner of it.
Nowadays the art of writing a letterÂ
Has turned into a curious object of the museum.Â
And all of my twelve doves have returnedÂ
Without having got any reply.
Today, it is my first call to you on the phone.
I’ve nothing more to tell you
Only a request-
I entreat you to accept.
That you don’t love meÂ
Never reveal it to anybody
My soul is already dead
I pray you-
Don’t kill my skeleton.
I’ve given you words-
I’ll never bother you
Either by sending a letter or by calling you by phone.
Now, from just this moment
I’ve begun to go away from you
As the solar world has been going away from the Milky Way. 0 0 0
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The House
The house has become decrepit
The house built by my father
With much care
He took a rest after the day’s hard labour.
The house was not charming to look at – it is true
But its founding stone was strong – as strong as his will was.
Now the scratch of time is visible in it
Father was an illiterate naive peasant
He knew not what called furniture
And for that, the house was devoid of decoration.
We are the product of modernity
To cope with the time we have imported some furniture to the house
Now the beauty of the house has increased somewhat
But nothing has been done to strengthen its foundation.
One day, either soon or late, the foundation of the house would break down
Then its roof would fall down and smash all the furniture below it
Hence though late
We have come to realize –
Had we strengthened the founding stone of it
Instead of increasing its decoration!
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Like the house built by my fatherÂ
The foundation of all our houses has been weaning to weakness
Of late we fear the roof would fall down to our heads.
Come on my brother,
Let us strengthen the foundation of our house
Before we get it decorated. 0 0 0
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Poetry
Poetry is the music of my sorrowful days
The beacon of hope in the state of despair
Poetry is the warm coat of my spring days
Poetry is my beloved in the solitary cell
Poetry is the lotus blooming at midnight.
Poetry is the healing touch on my wounded forehead
Poetry is the smile amid the drops of tears
The diamond bloomed in my eyes.
Poetry is the solution to my unsolved sum
Poetry is the slogan of victory in front of the monster called Poverty
Poetry is my peace, my comfort
Poetry is the song of solace throughout my crest-fallen life. 0 0 0
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Had I Known
Had I known
You would fall down from that yonder blue sky
Upon the petal of rose bloomed in my courtyard
Being a plant of sweet jasmine!
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Had I known your eyes can bring downÂ
The sun of the far-off sky
To the heart of my dark chamber!
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Had I known
The night moonlit may glide down from your smile
That washes off the mud of my chest!
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Had I knownÂ
In your tears bloomsÂ
The satiated flower of my sufferance!
I would have been yours since my birth
And seize you up
Swimming across the dreary Atlantic
Treading the sky-high mountain. 0 0 0
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No Flower
Now there is no floral morning
Every morning is seduced by the sun
Every morning is bitten well by thorns
Every morning gets birth with the flow of blood
Every morning is scratched to the heart by the nail of black hours
Every morning now inaugurates dreary days ahead. 0 0 0
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Since Then
I have been sitting here
With the permission of joys and sorrows
With the permission of tears and fears
Long since then.
In my eyesÂ
I have painted the picture of charming days
Now it is light and then it is dark
Now it is wind and then it is prolonged drought
Amid such hours the drunkards are passing byÂ
Some of them are babbling within themselvesÂ
For a handful of comfort
Some are strutting ahead being sunk in the seas of wild desire.0 0 0
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In the Land of My Crazy Beloved
In the land of my crazy beloved
Flies up the dust falls down the green leaves
When it is deep night.
Every word uttered within ourselvesÂ
Gets echoed in the galloping wind.
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I am sitting down here beside this rippling river
And get startled as if I am swept away by the eagle.
In the land of the blind
What is there to fight?
Everything comes and goes awayÂ
Like the shadow of mystic light. 0 0 0
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In the Fair Field of
In the fair field of the poet’s chest
Coagulates the mud of blood
And the bloody sun is inaugurated in the humus of that mudÂ
On whose basin one hundred thousand swordsÂ
Play the sports of newer life every day.
Welcome our desired revolution
Age-long sighs must get ceased ere-long
Sacrificed blood in struggle never gets digested
In the fossil of hours
Wake up my brothers- it is the time best. 0 0 0
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In the Fair Land of
The pot of love
 Is burning day and night, night and day
As if it is the volcano of Vesuvius
Scorching within without rest.
It can come to life through seeming death
It can engulf the great plains of exuberant grass
Or in the summer season
It can melt up the undesired frost
In the state of conscience, everything is possible. 0 0 0
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On the Hill of Sorrow
On the hill of sorrow
Being fallen headlong
Comes back the pen of the poet.
Who is there to lift up the poet’s existence?
In your hand, the poet’s soul is at stakeÂ
It is as if a piece of iron kept floating by force in the endless ocean.
Let the leaning tree fall down – they say.
But the long shriek of the forlorn poet
Rings up there as the slogan of your long-desired freedom
Oh! who knows-
The poet’s soul is dedicated to your survival. 0 0 0
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Ornament
Who does not like an ornament?
The ornament made of gold and diamond.
Just during the late bygone agesÂ
Even the kings also wore a lot-
What the lady of our days get hatred to wear
That day I heard them whispering:
The ornament is a robust burden to civilization!
Is it?
I am unable to appreciate
Sometimes happen to become a philosopher. 0 0 0
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The Song
My sister sang the song
In a bad toneÂ
Yet everybody applauded highly.
The song was also composed badly
Yet they praised itÂ
Because it came out of the pen of our king.
In our land everything is relative
King is the standard for measuring the worth of everything! 0 0 0
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Look At
Look at –
The house is emitting the flames of smoke
As if a conflagration from the sun has been coming downÂ
Engulfing our solar worlds.
All are about to runÂ
But where would they go
Everywhere it is full of black smoke.
A poet biting his pen comes out wearing tattered pent
Gestures to us:
Let the smoke engulf the world
Let a newer world be born out of its ashes.
A philosopher coming out of his solitary cell
Shrieks out:Â
Oh, no!Â
They would set fire to the newer earth also.
Let us extinguish the fire:
This earth is as dear as our soul. 0 0 0
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After Death
Like a green sod of soil
I would like to lie down here
Among the dead buried soul
To meet my eternal mate living in yonder sky. 0 0 0
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I Would Not
I would not fall in love anew
The old wine is my favourite
It is enough to lull me to death than the new pack
I don’t believe there may have another field full of gold.
I want not to be the Himalayas
Nor do I want to be a volcano
I am a poet
Let me live like a poet
Being forlorn. 0 0 0
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I Also Can
I also scan sing song-
But I’d not sing
I also have tone-
But I’d not let it out.
I also know the gamut of the entire range of music
But I’d not manipulate my fingers on them.
The lonely couch on the solitary night is my favourite mate
Where my harp keeps playing on itself.
I also can interpret the feigned smile of the whores
But I’d not do.
I also can flow down to the sea,
I also can blow like the wind from east to west, from west to east
But I’d not do so
Because all are still in sleep
The hills are still sunk in the sea. 0 0 0
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When I Look at Your Face
When I look at your face, my dad
I remind of the hot midday of April
The heavy rainfall of May
And the cold oven of the month of December.
When I look at your face
My eyes turn into a deep ocean. 0 0 0
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Hard is Your Heart
Hard is your heart
As hard as a hoary piece of the hill in desert
Hard is your heart
As a cold winter.
Being cheated again and over
Look at-
My heart also has turned hard. 0 0 0
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Monalisa
Through the tender ladder of your dream
Comes down a snail
With golden wings
She comes down and goes up flying
Without being bloomed like a flower.
Hence empty is my long-cherished bower. 0 0 0
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Since Long
Since so long you are in the dark
Aren’t you?
Let us soar up to the light
I am so long swimming across the sea of darkness
Forgetting the field of green grass
Forgetting the talk of the twinkling stars. 0 0 0
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Hunger
NowadaysÂ
None is away from being a poet
As all are in hunger
Just like the ancient sages and philosophers. 0 0 0
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You Have No Right
You have no right
To snatch away the ecstasy of her song
That she has been singing since her first cry.
I don’t need the burning stars
Nor does its ashes
If you can-Â
Give me back my reminiscence
That one day you bestowed upon my breastÂ
With a tender smile. 0 0 0
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Metaphor
A song is not a song always
As every poem does not convey the message of solace
Some songs are
Like the unsolved sum
Remains undone! 0 0 0
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After a Step Ahead
After a step ahead
The courtyard of blue sky
But treading many a stepÂ
I‘ve turned into a tired bard
The sun is my desired destination
But I have neither wing nor ladder. 0 0 0
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The Melody
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The melody that has in your song
None can appreciate
But he-Â
Whose heart is burned to death. 0 0 0
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Veiled UpÂ
How would I feel the sun
Had you known-
I’m covered up by the veilÂ
Of your cruel amour. 0 0 0
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I Get Melted
In these heart-broken spring hours
I get melted in the sea of your gamut
As the dewdrops get evaporated in the sun.
Who sings the rhyme-less songs
On the lonely beach of the surge-full sea
Who bewails to the core of heart
On such a tsunami night. 0 0 0
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To My Beloved
The poor wind has blown overÂ
Bedewing your chubby cheek
Leaving a scratch on your lips
Sneering at my heart.
O my loved one
Pardon meÂ
I am dead already. 0 0 0
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Vigilant Night
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The wordÂ
That I had to utter
To respond to thy sullen anger
Is found nowhere in the pages of lexicon
For that is my so long vigilant night
You pardon me or not
Let me have committed the same sin
Over and again
As a frustrated poet pollutes himself every night. 0 0 0
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In Finale
In finaleÂ
I’ve become victorious
Murdering the boring mosquito
As sometimes the heaps of clouds overcome the sunlight. 0 0 0
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For the Present
For the present
Let the sunrise up here
Let our time glitterÂ
With the twelve colours of the rainbow.
At present let a storm be blown over here
Just here in the courtyard of my heart.
Tomorrow is the day of our newer birth. 0 0 0
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Still Silent is the Flute
Still silent is the flute
Tomorrow is the day of the sun rising
Maybe the automatic harp would ring up
In the beating sound of my hammer
Protruding the big headÂ
The rainbow of the seventh sky
Would come out to the sky of our valley. 0 0 0
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In Such a Bloody Night
The sky is sanguinary with the colour of blood
Nowadays the blue hills can carry the glittering stars
They can play with our souls
The sports played by our forefathers
The stars by the name of poetry
Can burn all the stigmas into ashes
On such a bloody night. 0 0 0
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As the Night Embraces
As the night embraces
The moonlit
Putting forward its two hands.
So can I embrace the flavour of wind
Blown over my head
That comes touching thy fragrant body. 0 0 0
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How Pathetic
The home of the snows though near us
Yet we are deprived of enjoying its charm
How pathetic it is
As pathetic as the poet’s lonely heart. 0 0 0
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Listening to the Humming Tone
Listening to thy humming tone
I’ve come out on such a black night
Holing up my wounded hands.
Outside beyond the campaign
Glides down the river since the time of chaos
Floating away from the stigmas of our civilization
Yet so black, so dark is our heart
Yet ever empty is our desire. 0 0 0
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Sighs
And I’ve nothing to carry more with my shadow
From the secret cell of my lungs
Comes out a quintal of hot sighs
Without having any market price
Though I know-
How precious they are to me! 0 0 0
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My Beloved
Throughout my whole adolescent age
I’ve run after you being a philanderer
As a crazy poet runs after the simile of his love
I’ve sought you from green plainsÂ
Up to the summit of the mountains
From mountain to the bed of seas.
Now all my desire has come to extinctÂ
And I find you
Being bloomed lonely in the desert. 0 0 0
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But Alas!
Treading the arrogant meadow filed
I am now in this fertile plain
Here every morning rises up the jolly sun
Being sharp as the edge of a furrow
Yet it is very dark here.
Breaking the heart of the vast sky
Comes down the moonlit
But alas!
Here all are out of life. 0 0 0
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Oh! Where are You
Only for you, I’ve come across many weary miles
Treading down the bed of volcano
Crossing over the coral bridge
Gulping up the salty water of the seven seas
Being blind to all the scars and wounds
Carrying with a handful of warm loves
To adorn thy youth.
Oh! where are you? 0 0 0
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How Intoxicating
How intoxicating is your memory
Like the aroma of poppy
Like the nicotine of tobacco
I inhale up and become giddy
Every hour every moment
For all the futurity
Of your love
Let me remain as your sole devotee. 0 0 0
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For Your Thirst
You invoked on and I went
You laughed and I followed.
You‘d hung up a mirror of reminiscence
In your doorway
And I cross over it with a leap
And peep into your dream
And played on your harp with my finger
Your silence became its cadence
And sang the same cliché song
Again and againÂ
Only to quench your diurnal thirst. 0 0 0
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I Got Drowned
I got drowned in the sea of your love
During the whole spring
And come out with much difficulty
Being seared and scorched.
Now I myself am the sea
Tears are its fuel. 0 0 0
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My Beloved -II
When rains drop down of your eyes
My bosom becomes inundated.
When lotus blossoms on your lips
My spirit swells up to heaven.
If you take the harp in your hand
My heart begins to dance.Â
If you put on a rose in your hair lock
The stars come down to my lap
If you keep your eyes on that of mine
The zephyr begins to blow.
On the road, you walkthrough
Perfumes follow. 0 0 0
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To My Beloved
Beauty,
Come to my courtyard
Tonight
And stay blooming.
The dew would fall upon your face and cheeks
The moon of the night would lull you to sleep.
Beauty,
You are the nymph of heaven
The oasis for this poor poet. 0 0 0
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In Your Hand
In your hand
Arrows, bullets, guns
In our hand a pot of golden hope.
You vomit smoke and fire
We inhale the green grass. 0 0 0
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I am Pacing Ahead
I am pacing ahead to the unknown land
My colleagues and mates are already there
All of them bore the spirit of struggle in their blood.
Unheard, unsung, undone!
I am here legging behind
Being lonely, being crest-fallen. 0 0 0
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We Die Within
Our human valley is the hanging bridge over the mountains.Â
We are drifting up and up to get rid of the dust.Â
Time is fleeting in its own sweet willÂ
Like the hilly spring with inborn giggling noise.
We click and roar, growl and howl
And die within. 0 0 0
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I am a Child Sunk in Dream
I am a child sunk in dream
Composing my own ones
Forgetting my existence
Sometimes a shriek comes out of my heart
And I get startled and die. 0 0 0
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Solely For You
Sometimes I walk onto you
Purpose:
I wish you to be living.
Sometimes I dip down the sea
Purpose:
I wish to glean pearls to adorn you.
Sometimes
I look at the sky
Purpose:Â
I wish your safe travelling
Under cloudless fresh heaven.
Since I am in love with you
I am not for myself
But solely for you.
I am much intoxicated with your amour. 0 0 0
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A Piece of Stone
A piece of stone
I gleaned in from the foot of a hill
And adorned it with a new robe.
Day by day it got life and soul
One day it began to mutter words.
I was amazed:
Can a piece of stone have a voice?
It began to love meÂ
And I without my conscienceÂ
Began to be drowned in the sea of its warm affection.
Days passed byÂ
One dark night it left me stealthily.
Leaving behind it only the rays of reminiscence. 0 0 0
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My Entity
They say: You compose poems
But I say:
No, I shed my entity
Lively with blood and flesh
Some of which are black,Â
Some of which are white
Some are mulatto.
All are not talented equally
Some are wise enough
Some are fool
Some are cowards.
Some are hard enough – as hard as spat
Some are brittle –as brittle as glass
Some are lively with wise talk
Some are feeble with chilly talk.
For that none is responsible:
But my strength and weaknesses.
Some grow fat and some grow to skeleton
All don’t draw the same affection from you
But for me, all are my childrenÂ
Regardless of their colour and health.
I love them from the core of my heart.
I make fun with them
I cry with them
I smile with them
I play with them
They keep me warm
They are my sole shelter in my solitary cell.
The world may go away from me
People may thrust me away
But they always stick at me.
Regardless of hot and cold
I am proud of them.
You love them or not
But I say: don’t connive at the entity. 0 0 0
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A Tool In My Hand
A tool is in my hand
They say it is ‘pen’
But I say:
It is my gun with which I shoot at the enemies of humans
With it, I shoot at them who make sports with our souls
Who tear the petals of blossomed flowers
As the frolics of children.
It is the sickle in the hand of a farmerÂ
With which I reap the crops of peace, fraternity and equality
It is the helms of a boat in the fathomless sea
To guide the sailors to their destination.
My pen is the eyeglass
That makes the blind see. 0 0 0
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Let Us March Ahead
Let us march ahead
With the white flag in hand
As swiftly as the dove
Breaking off the wall of high and low
Smashing the arrogance of the naked hills
Plucking off the root of banyan trees.Â
Furrowing the bed of angry seas
Bringing down the high rainbows
Redeeming the oppressed, exploited
And the victims of the law
Striking on the bald head of the mammon.
Let us march aheadÂ
Sweeping away the thorns of our plain path
Driving away the black cloud from our sky
Bidding farewell to the storms.
Let us march ahead
Inaugurating the breeze of fraternity, peace and equality.
Let us march ahead with the roaring voice of lightning
With the light of the far-off stars
Let us come out of our narrow cells
With the weapons of arms and spirit
We are the monsters only to live like humans. 0 0 0
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Devotion
Today, just this moment
I’ve sacrificed my everything to you
Let me be blessed with your touch
My hopes are in you
My melodies are in you
My music is in the throbbing of your chest.
My verses are in your will
I think always of you
Squatting on the mud under the roofless sun
I am your poor devotee.
Take me up to your lap
And let me die. 0 0 0
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Love
Isn’t love a boon on humans by the Almighty?
In love is there envy and anger?
Yes,Â
It is the oyster of life
That plays on itself when it is spring
The flowers bloom in its touch.
It is the western wind that blowsÂ
And soothes the mighty summer
It is the sweet union of a lotus and fly
And smears us with all the blues of the far-off sky.
Then who is there to tread on this heavenly bliss
Let us mark him well
For him the earth is hell. 0 0 0
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If It is the Hour
If it is the hour of my departure
Friend, let your reminiscence be my mate.
Let my path be enlightened by the rays of thy eyes
Let your sweat be the fragranceÂ
To lull my tired time
Let your smile be my wings to sour up to heaven.
Let your sweet voice be the music
To soothe me throughout my soaring moments.
Your warm affection be my book
A reading in which I can forget my journey’s boredom. 0 0 0
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Let Us Go Ahead
Again it would be dawn
The sun would rise upÂ
And the darkness of the earth would extinct.
Along with the morning sun, the cuckoo would appearÂ
And inundate the whole world with a newer melody.
The day is about to appear
Friends, don’t retreat,
March forward. 0 0 0
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I Was on Wait
So long days I was in wait
To give tone to your song
But alas you’ve ceased to handle the pen.
So long I was in waitÂ
To dive into your pond
Forgetting myself
But alas! You’ve ceased to have the pond dug.
So long I loitered there under the elm tree
Keeping watch on your eyes
But alas!
The tree has turned death.
So long I was cryingÂ
To be lulled by your embrace
But alas! You are heartless. 0 0 0
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For Your Love
Who are you smiling behind the screen?
Who are you so enchanting?
Your smile has turned me blind in eyes
What has happened to me?
Why am I dead to myself?
Is it for the craving for heavenly bliss?
I am so dull to realize this! 0 0 0
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Alas!
Your memory is my elegy
I read and recite
And lull my burnt heart.Â
Who is there the gap to fill up?
Lonely is my universe.
Imageless in my verse!
Alas! 0 0 0
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With Words
With words
I wish to invoke the freshness of withered crops.
With wordsÂ
I wish to restore the coo of the white dove.
With words
I wish to rehabilitate our long-desired freedom.
With wordsÂ
I wish to give back the lost smileÂ
To the children bereft of their parents.
With wordsÂ
I wish to inaugurate the golden sun.
With words, I wish to soothe the heart of the widows
Whose husbands were made the victims of the planned massacre.
With wordsÂ
I wish to bring down the rivulet
The rippling song of whose would wipe off our tears.
With wordsÂ
I wish to sweep away the scars of my heart.
With words
I wish to give life to the dead.
With wordsÂ
I wish to turn the desert into a green valley
With wordsÂ
I wish to quench the age-long thirst of my land and people. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
After Day and Night
Day after day and night
I go to the river
And spread out my narrow arms.
Day after day and night
I go down the lake
And exchange my sighs.
Day after day and night
I go to the hill and fill up my gaps with lush green.
Day after day I go to the sunÂ
And get burnt within.
Day after day and night
I soar up to heaven
And bring down the flock of white pigeons.
Day after day and night
I sleep on my mother’s lap
And get newer life. 0 0 0
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I Have Been Travelling
I have been travelling
From earth to skyÂ
From sky to earth
Grasping up the pretty fingers of my mother.
And I become sharper and brighter
As the edge of a swordÂ
As the rays of a diamond. 0 0 0
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The Sin
The sin committed all of a sudden
And form you many a fragment of voiceless words fell down
Outside was full of mysterious darkness.
From your eyes came down drops of wet tears
In the shape of a dry smile.
Then I was busy in wild mystery sent on me forcibly
And on your lips reflected some artless vocabulary
I was perusing the tale, Sohrab and Rustom
Already Rustom attacked Sohrab with his spear
The resonance of which could be heard in your breast
And the splashing of the red blood reached my chest
Just only then I come to realize:
A sin is committed
The moon flew up to heaven againÂ
Just before getting it touched
Maybe it would fall down again on my breast
But till then I would forget the manuscripts of my imagery. 0 0 0
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Yours
The devil-like night gets attacked
In the garden of our courtyardÂ
In the month of April and May
The aged morning with fiery anger
Drops down breaking the airy wall of heaven.
I am in need of nothing
Neither smile nor tears
Nor have I the weakness to anybody.
Everything that (we all have)
I have in me also.
I am yours
Yours are my smiles, anger, and feelings.
Like that of bloomed red roseÂ
Is my love, my affectionÂ
Everybody hangs round me to pluck off often. 0 0 0
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Lonely Love
I can spend a thousand and one nights keeping vigil
Your reminiscence is like the flavour of night jasmine
Always floats in the sea of my breast.
You are away from me
And I keep always beside you at day and at night
Being your shadow.
The stars from the sky fall down
On my vigilant bed
Then I smile at you
And the tears dip down from my breast.
Keep where you are
Because the flowers bloom for you only
The manuscripts of my loveÂ
Is as blue as the sky, as spontaneous as the waves of the sea.
For that, I am mad of your love
In the drunk nights also. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
Alas! A Note of Filthy Rupees
Alas!
A note of fifty rupees has gone to the wall
After the Bible
I come to realize just after going through it.Â
Had I not purchased it I could buy five kilos of rice
To quench the hunger of my flesh
Yet I am fortunate enough that
The rest have not been bought
To go another two days with hunger. 0 0 0
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Poverty
Alas!
What is the agony of Poverty!
Like the fibres of coconut, it wraps up the fertile rainbow of life
In whose seven colours the sighs of the old, youth and child get waved
Alas! How unbearable is the weight of poverty
That keeps us on run all the time like an arrow-wounded antelope.
It is like that of a thorny bush
It bites both in and out of its victims.
Alas! How deep in dark the yard of a peasant is
On board daylight comes down all the darkness of the Blackhole.
In the Light of Candle
Come in! Come in! O Poverty
Please don’t gnaw us little by little
Eat us at the single bite and redeem us
From the hell of Poverty. 0 0 0
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White Truth
I’ve trodden the courtyard of twenty-five springs
And have seen the smiles of spiky rose
And have tasted the foul fragrance of the orchid
How stinky they are!
And I’ve seen the sun with searing light
How fiery they are!
I’ve not forgotten the words my mother told every spring
But dare not to retell
She told the white truth:
The flowers do not bloom in the hut of the poor
Nor does the sun shed golden light.
The flowers you see, and the sun you see
Are adverse to your will. 0 0 0
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No Grievance
I’ve but no grievance against you
Save a single entreat:
If you don’t dislike
Come once with all your might
And drink up the juice to its last ooze that I haveÂ
And eat away all the flesh with tiny cells in me
And leave me forever biting me bit by bit throughout life. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
Democracy
Have you spoken of Religion?
Tarry a little
I’ve a tidy tiny chest
Where I have kept closed all the temples?
Have you spoken of Love?
That primitive unchaste thing
Let not be pronounced twice. 0 0 0
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Untitled
River by the name of sky is
Confiscated in the land of sun.
The vast green valley by the name of civilizationÂ
Is the guest in the land of another Galaxy.
The only name of my Love is –
My mother, my motherland. 0 0 0
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Revolution
Now it is the time of plucking downÂ
The vault from that citadel
The fingers of my hands are troubled withÂ
Not breaking down something since my first cry on this mortal Earth.
And my hammer?
It took many years to be whetted.
From this very autumn
I would embark to break down the heads of the naked hills
One by one I would exhibit my long nurtured strength
And the sports of breaking down and rebuilding. 0 0 0
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In the Hot Heat of Your Love
In the hot heat of your love
I’ve been melting into water
And along with it my inner self is drying up and dried up.
For your love
The meteor emitting out of the land of the Milky Way
Glides down over my courtyard.
For your grace
The reed drops down from the fingers
And growls up my hunger.
For your bliss
Empty is my two hands
Chained by the shackle of nonentity. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
There Was a Forest
Many days ago there was a forest
Many animals like rhinoceros, elephants,Â
Tigers, horses, deer were there.
The tigers growled, the monkeys giggled.
The elephants putting the forest on its backÂ
Walked round the entire Earth.Â
The elephant with the Earth on its back looked like an eagle.
Seeing it the deer leaped up to the yonder moon.
And then a line of dark era.
Now there is no forest
Nor is there any animal
In the cracks of time, there is laying heaps of skeletons. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
An Introduction
More than ten thousand-fold was the intensityÂ
Of the loneliness of that night.
The movement of the Milky-way was humdrum.
The pathetic weeping of the land of the starsÂ
Dropped down like the rains in summer.
I kept my breast naked
And all the loneliness of the universe struck at my heart as an arrow.
They tore off the molecule of my blood cells
As done to a craggy mountain by a modern hydrogen bomb.
Yet I am living
For you being a beacon.
Maybe one day I st off my return journey to the other world
Leaving you all behind with the stone plate of my soul.
Where you would find out-
Why I took birth and happened to suffer a lot. 0 0 0
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Chaos
The night was becoming deeper
And more deepened became my disbelief.
About my soul, about my existence
In such chaos. 0 0 0
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Brothel
Searching for the definition of a brothel
I went up to the Capital
Then it was late evening
The sun was like a red playball.
The red bulbs suddenly became onÂ
And turned me blind with the flash of protean light.
I peeped through the hole of my soulÂ
Alas, I lost my sense.
The definition of brothel was introducing itself to my knowledge. 0 0 0
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Had I Means!
Had I means!
I would have built the aquariumÂ
With the snow-like white stone imported from Italy
And would have decorated itÂ
With the dye imported from America.
There I would have kept the smiles of yours, my beloved.
I would have fed you with the cold coconut water
With the juice of pomegranates.
I would have lulled you with the tone of Beethoven
And would have entreated the breeze to blowÂ
Upon your soft soul.
But alas!
Look at – I how forlorn I am
I am bereft of all the means
Except for a soul replete with the feeling of love
That grows lush only for you. 0 0 0
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What a Queer Darkness
Alas!Â
What a queer darkness
Lead me to a handful light
Hold me up from this narrowness
Let me go out of this temple
And let me live like humans.
If you are not dead
Let the match of your hand have an honest use
Set fire to it
Let it burn to the minute
Let it keep burning till the birth of a newer way of life
Free from the trammels of caste and creed. 0 0 0
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Nothing But Love
Â
From you to meÂ
And from I to youÂ
The love and non-love
That exist- is burning.
From the Elysium to the fleshy Earth
The affection and non-affection
That exist-is being dissipated among ourselves
For the mountain that stands strong between us.
The fertility and non-fertility
That exists between us
There must grow a tree
The name of which is nothing but Love. 0 0 0
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A Soul
A thousand scars adulterated in poetry
Is now lying in the desert
Gaping up the mouth for a drop of water to quench the thirst
In a deserted tent house the goddess of learning
Weeps bitterly for being lonely.
By the bank of that river where no light falls
There, our feelings would make the bed of roses
There we would hatch out a sun sweeping away the darkness
A song and a tone
Both would give birth to the soul of our civilization. 0 0 0
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The Fragrance of Jasmine
The fragrance of jasmine
Can’t send away the foul smell of the bloody rose
In such a spring.
In the agitated heartÂ
Now is the flood of tears
All are my easy riddle.
Inaugurating the door of the mysterious night
I build the citadel of light.Â
From there the river of revolutionÂ
Would issue out with flame
And would glitter in the wind. 0 0 0
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Just This Moment
Let the struggle be started
Just this moment, just from here
If God comes down to our dark cell
Just this momentÂ
Perhaps then the monster by the name of povertyÂ
Would have been dead.
What an unbearable weight it isÂ
Inherited from our forefathers
So liberally. 0 0 0
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Poetry
She comes at night
When no song is sung
She comes
When are sunk in the mud of melody
She comes when there is no battle
She comes when the war is in full swing
She comes in and out of my heart
She is none but my mate- my Poverty
That turns my prosaic words into poetry. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
After the War
After the war
When we all would meet together
None would there be to welcome us
Some ghosts would appear without having eyes
Some would limp on their left foot.
Some would have no ear to hear
Some would have only a torso.
Yet we would get together
And have the talk of love.
We would talk of a healthy morning
And of the talk of the brighter sun with a tender smile. 0 0 0
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ReceptionÂ
Don’t call me to the war
That takes place in the sky of autumn.
Anamika, don’t ask me how my heart is
I am here standing along the river
To receive you with all my tears. 0 0 0
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Whether Me or My Love
The river Dhing
And far away from its bank was our first meeting.
The aroma of your sighs falls on my cheeks
And that of mine on your eye-brow
Along the very bank of the river Dhikhao
When it was full of wavesÂ
We had our second meeting.
And then a gap of years.
When the autumn passed to winter and winter to spring
We had our third meeting
Among the odour of marigold.
Â
During our first meeting
I kept my eyes on yours and you upon mine.
In our second meeting
My lips touched your lips with primitive instinct.
In our third meetingÂ
I kept my breast upon that of yours
Enjoying all the beauty.
And then we left each other.
It is now a story.
Years have passed, many years
We are far away from each other.
I don’t know where you are
You also don’t know where my abode is.
But you are vouchsafed in the protected cell of my memory.
And as you are in my memoryÂ
My entity has fallen in love with you.
Our love would remain intact and living
Until we get our fourth meeting.
Now let me know:
What do you want-
Whether me or my love? 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
LoveÂ
Love
A flower with all the colours of the rainbow
Love
That blooms in spring and withers in winter.
LoveÂ
My smile, my tears decorated with warm sighs.
Love
A song full of pathos throughout my life. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
Come On My Maid
Â
Would you like to fall in love, my maid?
My maid, make your heart as hard as dry hill
Who knows- when falls the full stop to our love lines.
Come on, my maid, setting fire to the candle
Let us, love till it keeps burning.
Come on, my maid,
Being strong enough to bear the biting of thorns.
Come on, my maid,
I am also in practice to bear all the pains. 0 0 0
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What a Charisma
Â
What charisma your love knows!
The soothing, mellow breeze blowsÂ
In and out of my bosom.
The utter void it can fill up with so much tenderly.
Sing the song that keeps me mad like a drunkard
All through my life.
Let your love be evergreen
And let me live a life heavenly.
On such a sun-bathed scorched evening. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
Would You Come Unto Me
Would you come unto me?
You would come on stealthily?
Come on, my maid at broad daylight
Let the golden sun-light fall on your lotus-like breasts
And let them glitter like two pieces of diamond.
Come on, my maid
When the east wind blows freely
Let your pitch-like dark hair fly-in
The red rose would emit a sweet odour
Borrowing the fragrance of your forehead.
Come on, my maid making a path
Through the crowd of thousand of strangers.
Come on, my maid, here I am awaiting you eagerly
I such a crazy spring. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
I Love You
Maybe youÂ
You can stay away from me
A day or two
A month or a year
A century or many a century.
Maybe you can go far away leaving me here helpless
The silent gesture of your eyes conveys the tidings
Yet you are free from being accused of so cruel
Because I love you deep down to my soul
Because I love with all your love and cruelty.Â
Because I love you with all the lights and eclipse. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
I’ve Not Dreampt of
I’ve not dreamt of him who loves me most
My dreary days are spent with the vigilant moments
I have my talks and tete-a-tete with themÂ
The moments talk with me
I kiss them and vice versa.
I together with my moments, sing a song
Intenerate the hymns
Chants the carols
Utter the sighs.Â
We inundate the scentless sands of dead desert
And get ourselves naked
And practise the sports of love and embracing
Putting up our hearts upon ours
Keeping the legs upon the other.
The moments then walk on silently up to me
And I up to them
And then we forget all the greens of the valley.
The moments then bring in all the surges
And rippling of the mountain spring.
The solitary moments are my intimate friends.
Hence is my indifference to you my maid. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
Being a Poet
You are the golden jubilee of my poverty-stricken poems
You yourself are a great gift of this solitary celebration
Your smiles are the ingredients of my appreciation
Your dimple beak-like two chins are my paradise
Where all the heavenly flowers get bloomed every night
Solely for mine
None knows, none sees:
You are my chrysanthemum, the spring orchid
Jasmine and creeping rose
You are my hanging garden of Babylon.
Sorrow is that I am too busy with my madness
Being a poet, I am not sane always. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
True Devotee of Love
Who is the true devotee of Love?
Is it not he:Â on whose smiles glitter the tears of pathos?
The sun rays get reflected in whose wet eyes
And drop down like morning dew drops
Leaving behind a dumb memory. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
In the Mountain of Love
In the mountain of Love
There is a river: so cold like the surface of the Jupiter,
So hot like the inner cell of the Venus
That flows down the bed of my bosom
Always: at day, at night,
Making me feel hackneyed
Like the dirt hurled down the poor pavement. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
If You Don’t Do
If you don’t doÂ
Either good or bad
That differentiates you from the mass
None turn their look to you
None would come forward to squint at youÂ
None would say against you
None of you have the cause to approve you.
And then you would fail to know what you are
If you don’t know –Â
How much you are rusted or how much wisdom you do have
Or how much propensity of foolishness have you committed
Would remain unknown, and unappreciated to you.
And then dead is the soul. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
If God Revives Me Again
I believe in no tradition of death and rebirth
If after the doomsday
Great God recreates this infinite universe
With all its solar systems
Along with the planet called by the name of Earth
And there if He revives and rehabilitates the human race
And if He revives me again
Then, o my beloved
I would entreat my Lord to recreate you again
Let me be the vassal of your evergreen love
The warmth of whose amour inaugurates the door of my wisdom. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
Have You Come in
Have you come in, my beloved
Unplugging the button of your shirt?
That day had you not told me-
Your heart is scorched by the heat of thousand stars?
Had you not make me known-
Your heart to be the spot of a thousand Hiroshima and Nagasaki?
That day had you not told me while roaming about the bush,
Holding my hands-
A thousand volcanoes get erupted in your chest?
If it is- o, my beloved
Gallop unto me
I’ve kept the fingers of my hand soft and tender
With the fragrance of your forehead carried on by the wind
Let me smear the molecule of my loves on your chubby cheeks. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
If You WishÂ
If you wish to go far away from me
Then set out this very moment
Don’t look backÂ
Here I am shutting up my eyes
With all my strength I would barricade the drops of tears.
I would being a poor poetÂ
Keep on gazing at the sea
Standing on its brim I would bear all the strikes of its waves
And would die drowning in your image. 0 0 0
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Come Out and Enjoy
Come out and enjoy
The full moon is laughing up to her throat
Playing hide and seek with the glow worm.
The fore-leaves of the green grass is wetted with the dew
The night queen is splashing its hue and flavour
Through the quiet courtyard of the poet.
The flowing dreams run about to and froÂ
Being at liberty for the night
How the dust of gold comes down to my yard
From so high a heaven
Enlightening the poet’s dark cell?
The poor poet is aback. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
The Silver Night Queen
The silver night queen
Shimmers at deep night
Throwing down the wings of light
Takes bath in swirling waves of the Luit.
Climbing up the ladder of lightÂ
The tired soul of the poor
Desires to take a tour up to the sky. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
Madness
Madhurima madam
Being flattered by the ash-like midnight darkness
Sings the song of Eternity.
The cat-like lion roars
Gurgles like a frenzy ocean.
The nymph of the Himalayan peak
Climbs down the gorge of the craggy hill
The mermaid wishes-
Had there been a lake
Replete with ocean’s blues and sky’s hues! 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
Hope
These flock of golden robinsÂ
From the river of Sowansir
Whisper to my ears:
It is not far away
To get at the bank of golden dreams
Dreamt throughout the ages
Untold, unappreciated. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
Forlorn Hour
The butterflies fly up
Leaving behind the full winter
Making chorus with the cuckoos of spring
Forlorn, wretched is the primitive minstrel.
The scorched sun whines for a piece of bread
And roars like a hungry wolf
Throughout the coming autumn
How forlorn the dust of hours are! 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
Wish
Let the madness of the stars be mine
Let me play with their babiesÂ
In such a solitary spring.
But alas!
Our spring turns into winter. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
A Poem
Let the flowers bloom
Let the meadows swing
Let the fire burn
Let the wind sing
Like the front page of a Souvenir.
Let the dew dance like Death
Let the duck stalk like an elephant
On the bed of the poet’s bosom
And let them live and breathe.
Let the pet’s breast be their sports field. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
Let Not Our Offspring Be
The wind blows
Let it blow in.
The autumn protrudes her head
Let her come on.
The sky peeps through the blanket of the clouds
Let it do the same.
The rabbits leap up the snow
Let them do sports.
The sun scorches the dessert
Let it do as it like.
But, my maid
Let not our offspring be the victims of the death
In brewing. 0 0 0
In the Light of CandleÂ
The Image of My Mother
You are the cadence of love in my withered life
The tender petal of my leafless breathing
The slogan of my suffocated heart
You are my past, my present, and my future
My sorrows and joys, my tears and smiles,
My lotus in muddy water.
You are the gust of zephyrÂ
Soothing me in cool and winter.Â
You are none but the image of my mother
Full of heavenly affection and love.
You keep me living both in rain and sun. 0 0 0
In the Light of Candle
YouÂ
You are mine and mine alone
You are the oasis never dreamt of by anyone
You are the flowing river with the promise of fraternity
You are the shunk of diamonds
Or a meteor never burnt off.
You are the light of hope
You are the desire of attaining perfectness
You are the living poem of love
In my loveless life. 0 0 0
The End
Books of Composition by M. Menonimus:
- Advertisement Writing
- Amplification Writing
- Note Making
- Paragraph Writing
- Notice Writing
- Passage Comprehension
- The Art of Poster Writing
- The Art of Letter Writing
- Report Writing
- Story Writing
- Substance Writing
- School Essays Part-I
- School Essays Part-II
- School English Grammar Part-I
- School English Grammar Part-II..
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