From within the stretched streak of grey
Flows the molten wisdom of golden orb
The burden of dark clouds pours down
It sprouts the sown dreams to nourish soul
Ignites the struggling residue of parched hope
Showers buds on the so far barren branch
Drifts the promise afar so that it can prosper
In the beckoning bosom of an afar fertile soil
It also powers the nerve of a dreaming paper craft.
2307
Rishikesh
17.23 hrs
27.7.25
Long after things happen
They lurk on the empty mind
Like a frozen reflection on the mirror
Of a for long departed object
The silent echo overwhelms
The symphony that falls on the ear
But does not register on the mind
An empty letter with vanished ink
And diffused fragrance of the youth
Read over and over again in wisdom
When an epic is scribbled on the wall
The comfort of crumpled moments
Gives way to the gloss of new garb
We may sometimes forget to turn the page
To trap ourselves in a bygone calendar
With a fear of bursting a charming dream
The sight with the open eye often is the path
Where we find a more resplendent place
Than what appears in our sleepy hour
The crescendo orchestrated by the Master
Is more deafening than the silent echo
Only to the one who empties his soul
To merely listen to the incessant flow
Enroute Kolkata Dehradun
23.7.25
11.32 hrs
2306
Anointed with a rainbow often
After a sun sprinkled rain dries
With a butterfly as a silent harbinger
Of the myriad songs from skies
That echo echo her dream lit eyes
The queen smiles more often in throng
And avoids to stare upwards when alone
Fearing the tears will jerk out from wide cracks
To wash the royal scars and to somehow atone
The sin of dreaming when awake on throne.
A faint sigh now blossoms on her soul
Sometimes the exile brings a strange relief
It can only get better from here and now
A smile dances on her lips with a deep belief
That there is no fear of autumn to the last leaf.
Enroute Kolkata Dehradun
11.14 hrs
2305
23.7.25
After the storm retreats finally
Leaving behind a debris of life
Having gleefully rung the death knell
With his ferociously gasping breath
He vanishes like a child with a prank
Who rings the bell next door and hides,
The slumber of death is broken by now
She lurks out with her fatal design
And walks out with a merciless gait
The nest that was woven with a dream
Upon the wooden shoulders with care
Now lies all shaken up with an alarm
Upon the grass beside the broken arm
That has crashed down resisting the gush
While the grass that kneeled below
Finds his residual breath in the calm
As she combs gently the fallen forehead
What is life for one is demise for other
From afar there is a hark of leaning scarecrow.
Kolkata
23.7.25
2304
10.09 hrs
The drop within that made a cloud her abode
Lived in lofty heavens but for a short duration
Within an instant it fell purged to the ground
The thought that stayed for long within mind
Could escape through the eye full of brine
When frigid it could stay on the sparkling peaks
But pushed to flow when found exuberant
Eventually left to garner silt and drown in sea
When the drop dives in the ocean for ages
Often it finds the vapor amidst floating cloud.
Kolkata
21.7.25
2303
23.43 hrs
Droplets squeeze out on forehead
Some flow from the dazzling eyes
When they strike the rumination
That thunder within a parched mind.
A falling quill laments his dismal plight
Whereas heavens kissed his white visage
That reflected the golden orb in sky
Now misery of the filthy roots beckons
During the fall when the burden of glitter
Is shed in a faint hope of keeping afloat
Wherein we spent so much to earn
Two diverse types of precious currency
The futility of one is known without the other
The flight that remains parched arrives
While the waters that fall earn the glitter.
Dehradun
2302
12.30 hrs
20.7.23
He or what I believe is Him
Glances into my blank canvas
From behind the golden frame
As often moon slits the dark sky
His silver flows into a smudged world
My drops defy the pull from below
They leap with an enchanted charm
At the highest drop on the tide
The coin nearly drowns into his pocket
Then the inevitable fall shatters this spell
And the conjuring continues all night
The perpetual rise and fall of life !
Those who drift in the bright day
Are wrapped gently in glitter
For the spectrum often illuminates
From far beyond the golden margins
Rishikesh
6.7.25
20.11 hrs
2301
The eruption of first shrill tear
That welcomes nascent infancy
But with a slight pinch of pain
While there is joy all around
To the last hollow sigh within
That fails to find resonance
Among the succeeding specks
For there is no next breath
There is an infinite relief stacked
Among shrieks of utmost sorrow.
The day long wait for a return
Of the Master who leaves in light
And remembers to knock in the dark
Ends with a wrinkled forehead
Only to wrap the folds in morning
And to wait again in the groping light.
The joy of a hopeful heart basks upon;
The pain of an ailing soul suffers amidst;
The stoic response of a counter pane.
Rishikesh
2300
21.45 hrs
3.7.25
