Merry Christmas

Let's sing and dance,
Christmas stars twinkle up above
Misty minds lit and show!

In Gandhi Park

Here it is beautiful, I can be calm and dream. 
Here Myself man, civilized. Left , under 
dark green tree, no board with forbid note. 

      Just onside flowerbeds form a lovely sight. 
      A young boy mines his nose and tranquil 
      Near dripping tap lonely bird groom its wings. 


Four Bengali fix on recipe for evening Meal, 
Gandhi statue gladly watches over them. 
Bustling road beside, scales city growth. 

      Sun shines and passes over the new fort. 
       I sit here and read evening news report, 
      Calmly in my home town Gandhi park. 

Cradle of Hopes

A cradle of silky white cloth in that room, 
on the floor lies a feather of peacock. 
A tiny dark feet pops out of that cradle, 
teeny giggling beads around ankle 
Mere glance, a countless hope awakens!

Night, and after.

Roaring rain in this night

washes away dirt of past,

long awaited wish of earth.

Giggling noise of mighty beads

merry jingles to the ears.

Crawling into the woolen rug

railing out, privation till date,

with the hope of well dawn!

Newly buds on every plants,

lively gladness in every leaves!

Stun of shine shows in all faces

lines of life drawn this way!

    (thank you God)

Random thoughts

‘Each day initiate hopes,

from the privation passed !

Birthdays are monument

of time, one never revisits’
   
             
                   II

         Thought of friends when with kin

         With kith, mind strolled to the kin.

         Now none with me, than this skin

         But my mind strolls forth and hind.

                 
                    III

This morning on highway,
flower pelts paved his way
for his last journey  

                   IV

          Garbage at every corner,
           verbal diarrhea in every newspaper 
          City stinks as its rulers! 

                   V

Line of lights lit along

Rays of hope shower along

Care tick wish to all on. 

                   VI

         Don’t know why that shit is not coming out        

         It stuck ever now, hell of a time               

         Hold it for ever, till a good poem is born.

         

Te amo

Welche Farbe hat die welt?

Wonder, why the blindly chase
though everyone has the world of their own!

Glitter of seven colors are mere perspective

More or not as you count as per way!

Sky is blue, plants are green,

blossoms as mighty God desire.

Thoughts are countless, ways are spectrum

 Mere the carves of crayons won’t do.

Welche Farbe hat die welt? 

The promise we spell

As aperture gradually makes a moon

in that dark canvas,

lit up twinkling stars around.

Earth adorn as lovely bride, again

Night brings adorable setting

to the blossom of worship.

Let me hold your hand,

and stand on knee and offer

my life as whole to you!

Luminous setting may fade away,

cloudy darkness storms down

thou be with me all along

That is the promise we spell each other.

Call it a day

Skylines of the cities,

show pride of their lords,

here, in my village

shoveling off the river beds.

Progress in one eye,

disaster in the other!

Lines of anxiety on forehead.

Call it a day… …

Think… 

think over again in these deeds!

Are we doing it right!

Can’t we call this a day!

Shallows are so deep,

Mountains  are plateaus , now

and minds are  deserted !

Clinks in the pockets,

makes many wrinkle on forehead,

Call it a day!

Ray of Hope

Sun rays beam

on other side of earth.

Span of hibernation

prevail my world.

Lucent moon

covers me blissful.

Shows me sign,

though you are away!

I found people laugh behind.

I found people laugh behind me,

It was saddened me lot till date.

Not anymore;

I found the charm in me today,

No care to the rear

forward is my fire,

Ignited through my power!

Sharing this nerve to you dear,

It was my last journey stooping head.

Let me hold my shoulder straight,

face them all with smile and light.

Wish myself best of luck!

I found people laugh behind, then

they find me laughing at them!

out of the box

Was there anything hidden me?
No, there was nothing there to hide me
I was hiding, I was the one using shield.

Who was one fenced me out?
No one, But me fencing around my home.
Who set standards? That was me.

I was not boxed,
Why would have I thinking out of the box?
The boxes would boxes only when I was in it.

Why should I move square or circle,
when, always straight way ahead.

Hairless head
Heirless thoughts
rounded specs
long nose
Grayed mustache
He is our Gandhi
Ji hamari Bapu!
words that I can scribe,
though me an Indian.