POETRY

UNTITLED

In the azure sky

the sun spreads its cascading gleam,

the mango-buds turn yellowish.

Sparrows twitter in my window sill.

I took out the pen after a long time

to scribble down my feelings

in this fine March morning.

No. I am not the same person.

Nor is the vicinity,

nor the words…

I’m beleaguered;

lost in the quagmire

of materialism.

My innocent past haunts me,

my creative days left me.

                                                                dipankar.

poetry

Doomed

She  was my angel , then

Made me nurture dreams

That would dance in eternity..

My raw hopes played in her tune

I was ostracised by them..

Then i could live without society

But love .

Now  i bleed

In the agony called life

I was cursed on the day

I fell on love.....

                                                 dipankar .

                                                 04/10/10

                                                       

                                                 

POETRY

Sailing to Umananda

Atop the ferrying sail

To Umananda

I glimpse nature at its closest.

The mighty Brahmaputra

Stretches its arms

Calling the degraded humanity(?)

To its bosom.

At the other side

There are all-engulfing smoke snails

Of materialism, of innocent funeral pyres.

Here we feel perfect ease

There we kill sleep.

O! grand deity of Umananda

Bless me to carry forth

The light of peace and harmony

To our bleeding home.

                                                               dipankar.