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Wednesday, April 18, 2018

The Hour Glass

Gazing at the flowing sands of Time,
Reminiscing times sublime,
Captures a momentary happiness,
That leaves a smile on forlorn faces.

I sit holding that thread of time,
While treading on memories of tears, joys and smile.
I look at the flowers in the garden,
And in a trice, my heart is sodden.

My nurturing arms long to hold,
My eager eyes long to behold.
My old voice longs to speak,
My weary ears wants to heed.

I look out at the empty streets,
Waiting to see a familiar face,
Wanting to hold a familiar hand,
Or march to the sound of a familiar band.

But that is the nature of sand, my friend.
The tighter the grip, the faster they rush.
Memories shouldn't chain down,
They are meant to pass.

Days come and days go,
And time flies like not too long ago.
I sit, gazing at the flowers in the light,
And wait for that moment of delight.

My heart leaps at the sound of the jeep,
I see someone stealing a peep.
He is here at last, I whisper,
And with a smile, I spring up from the chair!

The garden is green, the flowers are in bloom.
The room is full, with voices cheerful.
There is laughter, joys and smile atlast,
As I gather memories for the years to pass.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

The Person in the Mirror

Stealing a glance at the person in the mirror,
I looked to find a face so familiar,
Yet there were lines that have appeared,
Some streaks of grey here and there.

Saturday, August 26, 2017

The Mountain's Lullaby

"That's the mountain where fire goes to sleep", said one of the old locals, "Nobody goes there after sun down."
René listened with intent. He drove this far along the dusky road to reach the village, which lay at the foothills of the mountain. The waters from a nearby stream added a sparkling sound to the misty mountain air. He picked up his back-pack and walked into the small hut, his base, for the next few days.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Lady on the Swing

Lady on the swing,
Your hair blows in wind,
As you sit there swaying,
As if in a dream.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

এ কি রহস্য !!

শারদত্সবের আমেজে মোহন দাদা মেতে উঠেছিল। নিজের দৈনন্দিন কাজের ফাঁকে এই কয়টা দিনে সে দুর্গাপূজার আয়োজন এবং অনুষ্ঠানে যোগদান দিয়ে সমস্ত কিছু আমোদ প্রমোদে ভুলিয়ে দিত। পূজোর শেষে শারদীয়া যাত্রাপালা দেখা তার বাত্সরিক রীতি ছিল। প্রত্যেকবারের মত এইবার ও সন্ধ্যারতির শেষে মোহন দাদা ও তার বনধু সাইকেল বের করে যাত্রা দেখতে রওয়ানা হল।

Monday, September 5, 2016

Future Unfeigned

There was a wise old man,
Who sat under a tree, spick and span.
Children played around him,
Clustered chirps and cherry blossom swings.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Valentine verse

Valentine's day is here,
With romantic souls declaring love near and far.
"Oh it's love", they say,
"The crazy, undying kind,
Which cannot be tempered by the rain or wind"
Oh silly, silly mind!

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