our all poets and readers.
Editor. Nihar Ranjan Das
Siliguri , Darjeeling,
Editorial and coordinators team .......
Bangalore , India .
Mala Chakraborty ,
Kalyani . West Bengal,India .
Smita Gupta Biswas ,
Kolkata, West Bengal , India .
Sujata Ghosh Roy .
Kolkata .West Bengal, India .
Siliguri,West Bengal , India .
Monju Ghosh Choudhury,
Siliguri , west Bengal India .
Sujit Baksi , Siliguri , west Bengal , India .
Sanjita Das laskar, Silchar, Assam , India.
Bilash Ghosh , Hoogli ,west Bengal , India ,
Kakoli Ghosh( moon) , Baharampur , west Bengal , India .
Daniela Marian , Romania.
Gerlinde Staffler, Italy.
Only poem, song, and drama can break the chain and bring a free yard. Today the whole world is before us in an authoritarian form. We will break this chain, to walk our path with this vow.
শৃঙ্খল ভেঙে এক মুক্ত উঠোন আনতে পারে কেবল কবিতা , গান , নাটক । আজ সমস্ত পৃথিবী এক স্বৈরাচারী রূপ নিয়ে আমাদের সামনে । এই শৃঙ্খল আমরা ভাঙবো এই ব্রত নিয়ে আমাদের পথ চলা ।
I'm sure you never count on me,
And nowhere I haunt your dreams,
Still I beg, please, say one thing..
That I am the one who doesn't let you sleep.
Oh please, just for once, can't you tell me a lie?
For God's sake, can't you let me fly?
Though you know that I would never suit this,
Still the last chance.... let's not miss..
I'm sure she's prettier than me,
And keeps you honestly happy,
Never bores you with stories of her tears,
And does what's never done by me....!
Still I insist on for a single lie,
Please speak out before I die,
Few rules are there I'm ready to deny.
May be I can't buy you a leather jacket in next Christmas,
May be like her with you I can't dance;
When the party's on,
In the empty lawn,
I can call you when near or far, there will be no one.
Look! the season of fall arrives,
Rains are playing hide n seek with me,
The shiny clouds so gorgeous over distant peaks,
Now you can speak out while I await thee..........
The yellow leaves...
Are so inviting!
The evenings are so mild 'n blue,
The misty fields calls for me,
I know how lonely you are in the crowd....
So I beg you, don't you worry our last mistakes, don't ever even you try!
I assure you,
It's high time, when you can utter one lie!
THE SONG OF THE STARS
braille on fire
for the blind to see
constellations of light
reflected on the face of dark waters deep
the way the heavens above
and the angels of love
dance around you
in your musical chair of dreams
gazing upon the night
unformed and void
your thoughts your prayers, a symphony of
fire and water, echo
a reflection of your beauty
no poet can serve two muses
the butterfly swallowed by
a little bird, arrayed in golds and blues
this foreign enchantress, anointed in oils sweet
has me spellbound
in this world and the other
you are, the song of the stars, you are
God’s beautiful words made flesh
an emotion old, aeons buried in its chest
a saga ancient, an antiquated palimpsest
as if an antediluvian, a spectre of wisdom
beholding mysteries, with words so random
love, an elixir, to infuse life into the dead
love, a venom, a phantasm with its dread
crucified hopes, infinite tales of sacrifice
often a black hole, gulping all in its orifice
love, a tender emotion, oft an intriguing art
raising people circumstantially only to fall apart
a few revelations, others still sanctum sanctorum
people still fall in love, despite this volatile quorum..
Throughout the purple night,
breathes our measured, cold distance,
chained in the bond of ignorance.
Thorny twigs of medicated slumber
burns in the fireplace in crispy splutter,
naked boughs make many a timber.
Old memories scorch and kindle
in the licking flames of prudence,
cinder throbs in the fire of negligence.
Smoky flavour of roasted separation
keeps the distant moon cozy, warm,
ashes of pride smoulder, toss and turn.
Nothing remains in a shell absolute,
apathy and indifference so resolute,
tackling rigid loneliness, will dilute.
Through the thorny fence, stern
wild creepers embrace seasons in turn,
hopes pollinate truth, butterflies return.
She opened the box of joy where her smiles turns to laughter in life..
To relish the fruits of freedom and happiness..
Singing her favourite song she dance along.
Stepping out each expression of her thoughts,surreptitious was it till the time
Some mystery spelled spreading the fragrance of the mist around.
Some twisted moves were so gracefully praised.
Twinning along with the lyrics of the song she trolled herself was so great.
Showering her beauty on fairy land ..like a fairy.
All the untold feelings were told like fairy tales.
Amazed ...she looked like a goddess of grace.
She is the ray of happiness to be gazed.
Admired her always when she sung and dance on her favourite play.
The mingles and giggles of the play is due to the box of joy she opened and choose to stay..
Life will then turn from cries to smile once we open the box of our passion and dance along with a rhythm of joy .
( India )
songs of heart
they molodiously sing
in windy weather
they continuosly ring
their sound informs me
about the mood of weather
their positive sound makes me feel better
at times they dance on
the sound of raindrops
when they fall
on the rooftop
it talks with me
in their own language
wind chimes outside my window.
An Ode to Poesy
My Muse! Thou art humbly called to sprinkle thy grace
My thoughts find solace in thy embrace
Come over, let me deck you with my words and phrase
I wish to put life in my musings and leave a trace
Thou art my inspiration, I seek your pleasant stay
I beseech you to be here to enthuse my spirits right away
Anxious is my soul, heart is calling thou aloud
Do come and drizzle upon me some wisdom with gentle sound
Here I sit with a welcome note
Having the 'word-garland' I have weaved to put on you around
The windows of my heart and mind remain open wide
Please show my writings the doorway to people's minds
Am in love with the new words and phrases
Do come at my humble call to rekindle my thoughts
And infuse a sweet taste in my poems and notes
I wish to fill in them the hues of new craze
O Thou, gush a fire with thy generous praise
A new day
The evening clock spreads
In the senses eager for peace
And it orders us
The amalgamated thoughts of the day...
The blue of the night soaks our desires
În pastel dreams
And it flutters our imagination
To infinite paintings
Sprinkled with stars of hope
Loading our tired souls...
A new day
Will find us
Willing to new experiences
You are my dream
Like the ray of hope you guide me
You are the source , I look up to for clearing my fog
Like a silver lining ,you come to direct my path
After the rainy days , you show me a beautiful rainbow eventide
For you are my Sunshine
My only hope
For you are the source of radiance, after days soaked in tears
Dear Sunshine , stay beside
Together , holding your hand
we will enjoy the twilight hues
Bathed in Sunflower hues, we will run on meadows and lawns
The soulful dulcet, will be full of memories of you
Yes, my dear Sunshine.
( India )
Moon streams waltzing on my foyer
Night jasmines fluffed attire
Crickets mellifluous but an asynchronous choir
Stars scattered on infinite sky deep noir
Enchanted by odes and runes
Cantillated by bewitching moon
He sings to me sagas in tune
Ones garnered on celestial spells of lune
Never but he offers a hug
I have a feel he is too smug
Piquant and a mind too bright
I dance all night in silver light
Vouching his love is true not frail
He knocks my window without fail
Lounged on waves peart or quiet
We have a heart to heart all night
Whistling through my willow tree
Calls…winking it’s our time to be
Or perched on a barren bough
Twilight to first rays of dawn…
I’m soused and draped in silver glow!!!
A LOST DREAM
Under a dim, dripping tarpaulin roof,
two tiny eyes are dreaming aloof.
A dreamland full of fun, no sorrow,
no restrictions, no hunger to follow.
But the wings are too weak to fly,
The burden atop is hard to deny.
Tears rolled down from the peeper,
making the vision blur and meager.
The unclad body has nothing to adorn,
The cool breeze gave chill to the bone.
The feeling of extreme thirst and hunger,
suppressing the dream of little younker.
It's making the mind exhaust and numb,
realization surrounds: it's a slum.
To dream big here is unaffordable,
the broken wings are unmendable.
Path to the goal is throny and long,
barefooted one can't reach along.
The insomniac eyes are half closed,
captured the dream unexposed.
When life is in atrocious condition,
there is no place for any ambition.
It is not made up of extravagant feelings
Or tumultuous emotions
Oozing from an oversized ego
This pen is sacred to me
Because it is made from nothingness
No solid particles of elementary chemistry
Or broken vessels of biological ligaments
This pen is submerged into the substance of being
Tasting and measuring the conditions inside the heart
When the contours of emptiness are breached
And the fabric of existence is touched
A parody of miraculous events happens
The mind is fine tuned to receive the vibration of Silence
The body is dipped in an unknown form of existence
The soul is freed from the shackles of physicality
Into the vastness of everlasting realm
This is the condensation of the spirit
Into tiny packets faith, Hope and Love
It is the beauty of spirituality
That is displayed on the canvas of being
This pen speaks about Love, Consciousness and humanity
Not to pinpoint gaps in our curriculum of mindsets
But to open the realm of knowing
And illuminate the Truth
Love is the receptacle
On which we can build our relationships
Consciousness is the fibers and contours of our relationships
Humanity is the perfect cord that binds us together
Faith helps us to understand the realm of the spirit
Hope is the pedestal on which we can dream
This pen is a compass that leads us to ourselves
It was a glorious night, our
Parents went for a walk;
We became mom and dad, not
Thinking we were children;
The light is our witness,
As we proceed with words.
She closes her eyes and bow,
Surprisingly, under was a smile.
Her gazing stomach and legs,
Hope me in joy;
The remedy of my articulation,
Is her awesome words.
I beseech the future
My lips diverge in the vow.
Stretching my terrible eyes,
She silently said, "you are my proud".
Her conclusion pulls the light on the apple sign,
And the galaxies dance in joy.
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