A whimsical dreamer chasing fireflies, a wayfarer wandering through lanes of magic and poetry.

Friday, October 19, 2012

AND YET THE CANDLE BURNS



The night is spread over the valleys
Like a dark blue shawl covering
 The day’s smiles and miseries
And in her heart there’s just a candle burning
Carefully surrounded by passion to live
yet alone…

In her mind cynical are the thoughts
That she is left to live alone
In this city of towers and smoke
That she is not wanted among the hills and waterfalls—
Her abode just a little while ago.

Wordsworth in her heart quotes,
“She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to Love.”

But erroneous she is at such times.

There’s one who walks with her
On the path of darkness searching for a light—
The candle that never blows out in the west wind,
That burns amidst all strife
That candle that still burns in her heart.            

Monday, October 8, 2012

A LITTLE PAUPER CHILD


He is a little pauper
Short, skinny and pale
Collar bones abnormally out,
Ribs seen through the dark skin.
Clothed in rugs and barefooted
He has his hair long, untidy, dry.
His eyes, sore with tears
Seek solutions to his miseries
His tale, a portrayal of his innocence

On every doorstep, he calls
With a hope to get something good,
With a strong desire to live
In this false, inhuman world
Of heartless, powerful people

It isn’t that he’s just refused
He’s made fun of, rather abused
Yet, he’s sober. He can’t fight back
Self-respect he’s supposed to lack
Can’t hum with the wind
To the warmth of sunshine, he’s blind

He knows the world as it is.
Every new dawn,
A struggle to keep his soul alive
But still, in his heart
He has a longing,
A longing to live…

Roaming about on the streets
From dawn to dusk,
He gets a chance to remain alive;
Silver coins from pockets
Of a few good hearted fellows
Fill his little bowl—
The only source of his meagre income.

Thus, this child fills his paunch
Keeping himself partly covered,
Shivering and shivering.

Sometimes little tears
From the corner of his eyes
Falls on his ‘vessel of hope’,
When the day’s bad
And the basin remains empty.
That night, he stays hungry
Empty stomach aching.


Such are his days
When people on earth
Are also dwelling in castles and palaces.
His roof is the zenith high,
And music is the zephyr…
Stars accompany him at night,
And the moon gives him some light.

"Honesty won't get you anywhere;sell it
For the want of bread, be one with the crowd
Bleed for your sake; for those who have ample
All they know and seek is to trample", he's told

No one questions him his origin, which
He himself doesn’t know,
And do not even like to know!

Realizing the futility of his existence
With an empty bowl as the sole comrade
He strides on, for his journey has just begun
With every rising sun!

-----Tezaswita & Bhaskar

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

UNTITLED

Tears trodden by thy mild touch
Yet my heart seizes every pain
Entangled in a web of emotions
Questions my heart, "Why such insecurity?"

Feelings live, inspire, die,
ruins love...
Yet thy caring hands hold my pain
and yet I seize every pain!


Creeping on the meadow of faith
Ceasing to believe in myself
I burn...
In flames of hope,
flames of desires, flames of 
unnamed fears!

Still I find momentary peace
Hearing thee speak in the night's dead
Tears then give way to smiles,
hearing thee!
Thy love treads upon my grief
Yet I seize every pain...



LOVE


As the dew drops sparkle like pearls on the petals
The whispering zephyr touches my heart
The smiling sun gets brighter
And butterflies fly about.
I love this air around
And want to run in the wheat fields
Where my cotton skirt would touch the ground
And my open hair would touch the wheat.
Today, I have found my soulmate
And I would like to be a peacock
Loving the monsoon rains
And rainwater would drench my golden youth
As I dream of my love! 

Friday, August 24, 2012

ESCAPE


In the evening sky bright with stars
The moon is a solitaire tonight,
partially behind the clouds, gleaming in glee!
It seems like the heaven tonight
Twinkles with the eternal souls.

Humming to myself
After ages of song-less nights
I feel the icy wind gushing through the trees,
pulling my uncared blue shawl away.

Sleepwalking through a dark forest,
I pray with my arms raised;
And dance round a fire
Like a witch practicing magic
Calling out to the hovering souls.

The spirits in the air, in the mist,
in the night-sky, come to me...
And I feel them making merry all around
Singing and dancing in ecstasy.

Suddenly among these thoughts
I find myself in a bright room, sitting
And scribbling words as if
In an escape to a corner of my heart
That shimmers like a morning star
In the unreal hills and valleys of my dreams.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

IT'S DARK WITH ONLY CANDLELIGHT



In the dark new moon night
There’s little light inside
In this big, old room
Full of candelabra and paintings
and carpets worn out.


And I lie here
Upon the big armchair
With eyes wide open
Staring into the blackness
Where spirits and mysteries lie…


Here’s a little candle burning
A moth flies from nowhere
And like a houri, hovers gracefully
Tiny raindrops drizzle outside
And an ant creeps slowly into the intensity
Of the candlelight
In the same space and time
In this same dark night
When cries my soul inside
 And sleepy creatures come to life.  

Saturday, May 12, 2012

SWEET SLEEP

As nectar pours down from your lips
In the form of a lullaby
I feel the fairy of sleep
Charming me with her wand.
I bury myself in your soft bosom
While your fingers brush my hair
Humming the sweet lullaby
With love like dew crystal-clear. 

Saturday, April 28, 2012

A JOURNAL OF LOST DREAMS


Walking down this dark alley
Wrapped up in a woolen shawl
I go into musings…of my imagined reality!
Yesterday the book that I had closed
Lies open on my palms today
And Lo! There it is,
my heart that I had lost long ago.

I walk down the green path that runs
Along the pine boulevard of my dreams…
Instead of these wintry winds of the night
An evening breeze hums in my ears
Little raindrops fall upon me, and you,
And we hear the cuckoo of spring ‘coo-ing’!

My loneliness leaves me
When I feel your fingers crossing mine
I cannot let go this ambience that we create
And yet, I can see you leaving…
Now there are only dusty walls surrounding me
In this dark alley, as I walk all alone! 

Monday, April 2, 2012

CURSED NOSTALGIA III


You still cling to the trunk
Of the Great Old Oak
That stands above all the memories
Of those spring days of that cursed year.

You made me a vagabond
Wandering in search of your ruins
and the monuments that you had built
In the dark underworld of my dreams.

You are cursed.
The little child of the Old Banyan
Curses you and your great Old Oak,
Enveloping all the memories
Of the halfway houses of those
Drought-struck lands.

Like the west winds blowing past
the high tower on the hilltop,
Tonight the air comes creeping
Sweeping all memories forever,
Cursing the melancholy days.


Thursday, March 15, 2012

তীৰ্থযাত্ৰা




পবিত্ৰ হালধীয়া

অগ্নিৰ ডেউকাৰে বিস্ত্ৰিত

সুগঢ়ী সুৰুজমুখীৰ

কিচকিচিয়া কলা কেন্দ্ৰতোৰ দৰে নিৰ্দিষ্ত
মোৰ তীৰ্থযাত্ৰাৰ পথ |



পাৰ্থিৱ জীৱনে

চৰম সত্য স্ব্তেও

স্বতন্ত্ৰতা কিম্বা নতুনত্বৰ

এক পৰিবৰ্তিত ভবিষ্যতৰ বাবে
ক্ৰান্তি ক্ৰন্দনৰ দৰে
মোৰ তীৰ্থযাত্ৰাৰ পথ |



দুৰ্ঘোৰ তমসা 

ধুসৰ ৰ’দালি

কালসন্ধ্যা কালধুমুহাকো নেওচি
বসন্তৰ কুসুমে
কুন্জে-কুন্জে প্ৰস্ফুতিত হ্য়
নানা ৰং ৰন্জিত নয়নৰ দৰে
মোৰ তীৰ্থযাত্ৰাৰ পথ |  



Wednesday, February 29, 2012

PILGRIMAGE

Like the black center of a sunflower
dark-hued, intense,
Spreading out yellow wings of fire;
Such is the path to my pilgrimage.

Like the revolutionary cries
of freedom, new-age
Earthly matters on the fore
Yet speaking of a changing future;
Such is the path to my pilgrimage.

Like the spring blooms
Blossoming in all its glory
in the sun and moon,
Many shades reflecting in our lenses;
Such is the path to my pilgrimage.

Thursday, February 23, 2012


MAA,

Aji rati nisei endhaar. Eti saakir puhoru paboloi nai. Osina maati, osina maat-kotha. Iyaare aakaxot tora dekhiboloi napau, naai kotu junaki poruwa, mathu kukur-mekurir krondon. Ketiyaba bhoi lage Maa, eikhon je endhaar dex.

Janane Maa, ketiyaba tumi xopunote aahi murot haat bulai gusi jua, ketiyaba kopalot eti suma aaki dia. Aaru xaar paai jetiya tumar aalfulia haator porox monoloi aahe, tumar kumol bukut xubo mon jaai. Aaji tumar kotha bhabile udbhaxito hoi mur dusokut tumar mitha haahiti, xunu jen tumar xuriya gaanor koli.

Maa, no maah tumi jetiya muk tumar xorirot palisila tetiya mur monot naasil kunu bhoi. Lorali kaalotu tumar bukut gobhir tuponi aahisil. Kintu aji jetiya monoloi aahe aamar major durottokhini, hridoykhon jen kopi uthe. Khyoma koriba Maa, moi xaahoxi nuhua baabe. Tumar porox paalehe bhoi-bighini aatore. Tothapi ajikali duroir porai tumar maatxaar xuniu jen bukut xaahox gutaboloi proyotno koru.

Maa, mur hridoyor eti kunot thaka moromkhini dekhisane tumi? 
Aaxakoru tumi sokupani nutukiba buli…



Monday, February 20, 2012

A DAY OF REALIZATIONS

Hello! It's been quite an interesting day today. I woke up late, took a bath and went out with a few friends to watch the movie 'The Woman in Black' starring Daniel Radcliffe of Harry Potter fame. Usually I don't watch horror movies but because this had Daniel Radcliffe in the main role and my friends assured me that it wouldn't be too scary I took my heart out in my palms and sat down in the dark theater not knowing if I could continue to the end. Many a times I closed my eyes and pressed my about-to-scream mouth with both my hands but in the end I came out with a good feeling. The movie didn't have anything new or uncommon but the story and the eerie silence gave us a chill down our spines. The direction and cinematography was good and even Radcliffe played his role quite well.

Daniel Radcliffe was my teenage crush like thousands of girls all over the world. Even I was one of the many who wrote him a letter and mailed it to his address at Hertfordshire, England and got a reply back(though I realized that it might be from one of his assistants). I was eleven years old when I started reading the Harry Potter books and by the age of thirteen I started watching the movies and fell head over heels in love with Daniel. My feelings remained faithful to him till I was sixteen and even after that whenever I watched him on screen I used to get that 'teen-teen' feeling. But interestingly, today for the first time I didn't get the slightest of that nor a few goosebumps except when the woman in black showed up. I suddenly realized how I grew up over this span of time, how my heart would never behave silly again. And for a few moments I felt bad, in fact I just wanted that my mind would grow up no more. My heart thumped heavily when I started thinking how fast the universe is moving and people are ageing and dying. This tiny instance is just an example of how people suddenly have great realizations over little issues. I'm sure many of us here would have experienced this feeling at some point of time in their lives. Even if you haven't then you would soon get this whole feeling about something that would create a sweet nostalgic air of realization in your lives.


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

SMRITIR POTOT AAITA


Aaita!
Xosa ghoror pora etiya moi nilogot.
Kaxere boi jua rukkho eti nodir parot
Doyttor dore thio hoi thoka eti ghoror saador uporot
Prosonda xitor sepa neusi
Lazuk lazukkoi ulua eiya eti rodali duporiya.
Jilikonire ujoli utha noikhone
Mon uruai nile
Duronir mur xeikhon poduliloi
Jot ase mur loralir dhuli
Khel- dhemalir xunali otit
Jibonor mouxona dinor modhur smriti...............

Aaita!
Ei ojana dexot jetiya milai jau khuj
Ojana noit bisaru mur luitor mitha pani
Kitapor patot bisaru
Xorute kuwa burhi aair xadhu
Bukut methoni mari xautkore nami aha tumi.
Duhate aalfule xaboti dhori
Senehere dhuwai diaa xorboxorir.

Dusokut udbhaxito hoi
Baarixaar xei dhanoni pothar.
Zot ekathu bukat hali hali
Mekhela dangi bukut methoni mari
Kothia ruisila tumi.
Barir pisfalor pukhuritu
Zot ulahere jakoi baisila.
Matire lepa piralikhon
Zot goroka tani maku marisila.
Kokai xaji dia thapona khonot
Sakiti zolai xabhaktire guruxewa korisila.

Aaita!
Aaji xeibur mathu
Bukut xasi rokha loralir smriti
Jiye mathu di jaai
Ketiaba hiyat eti pran bhora
Aadha futa hahi
Aaru ketiaba dusokut
Dutopal topot sokupani.

*********************

Thursday, February 9, 2012

SWEET SILENCE


Silencing my mind inspite of the chaos
I ramble aimlessly.
Feeling weak in heart
I ramble aimlessly.

Thousands of questions cross my mind
Doubts entangle me in
painful thoughts.

I want silence.
The sweetness of tranquility
like the midnights of a faraway country.

The silent humming of the breeze...

Oh! How I wish to chase butterflies
like I did in those afternoons
of the past
Oh! How I wish to tread among fireflies
like I did in those quiet evenings
of the past
Oh! How I wish to fly away
to some faraway corner
Away from the world I know!

Tonight
I silence my mind
rambling aimlessly
Inspite of the chaos all around.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

REPOSE

Smoothened by the gushes, the boulders shine. The crystal-clear water reflects its smooth pebble-bed. She sits by the edge with her babies resting under the warm winter sun. The rivulet flows through a wood with eucalyptus trees standing high, wild flowers in bloom here and there.
The mother leads her brood, forming ripples as they swim. After spending a good time, they come out of the stream, their feathered bodies shivering. Fluttering their tiny wings, they let the droplets fly about and dry themselves up in the golden sun.
It is the favorite time of the day, for the duck and her ducklings. J

Thursday, January 12, 2012

A STARRY HAZE


Standing beneath the twinkling galaxy
I wonder, if ever I would be myself again
The moonbeams dance on the rocky surface
In all its glory, being sarcastic, for I
How happily wanted to live life.

The sun has sunk swiftly over my silver head,
My lenses cannot retain the sunshine
that my eyes sparkled with,
My fingers too frozen to nimble.

I cannot forget the broken vows
I still remember the vermilion that shone
on her, meaning mine
And still wonder if she would ever
Come back to me again.



She made me complete, she made me happy
And left me alone standing in a whirlwind;
Arrogant soulmate she is mine
And my love, too weak to save her feeble heart.

Oh my beloved!
Thy soul still plays with my heart
That longs for thee,
Thy sweet breath still lingers
In the air around me

Oh my dearest!
I, how happily wanted to live with you
While you only stare and smile
From the star-studded sky
That shimmers above me.