GANESHA CHATURTHI

I reach to the pandal of God Ganesha

And pray create strength to stand strong

On the way of accursed symptoms, removing

Them from our earthly and country abode,

 

And pray Him for making our work and life

With full sacred and happy noble mind.

THE CLOUD PAINTS THE BLUE HORIZON

The cloud paints the blue

Horizon especially with grey

Color in rainy season.

MOTHER DURGA

It is splendor of Goddess Durga

Conqueror of the world for peace,

Denouncing evil syndrome, Mahishasura,

Every autumn she comes home from heaven

On the earth with her four children.

 

A pluralistic imagination, with motherly

And triumphal dominance with truth,

Once worshiped by ancient dwellers of

Himalayas and Vindhyas, and later on 

It was to make imagination of Durga Shakti.

 

This autumn she prepares in artisans’ imagination

That concerns their creation will attract total population

Who will sing in chorus in reverence and in demonstration,

“Jai Mother Durga! Keep us all in peace, fulfill our dreams.”

This is the vision that portrays intimacy with life.

 

So close the prayer is to obey the rule of cell formation

Within the cell boundary in essential new one in life,

Skin copies skin in knowledge of equal sets over cycles,

People then say dream has some charms to change

The ethos of existence for congratulating Mother Durga.

 

 

ROAD BENEATH A FLOWERING TREE

Flowers talk there, rejuvenation,
Walks of life, formation, generation,
Fruits yolk inside, some of them see
The world, heading for spreading seeds.

Many days I traveled there in situations,
Discerning agony in forlorn constituents,
Road below the tree full of whispers,
Misery and fluency reside at juncture.

Talks of the world form avoidance,
Hide and seek make great concern,
People permit over action in turn,
They fail to learn children’s return

To the world where childhood is free
From duality, and people has right to learn
And abide the colorful presence divine,
Flower still forms the essence of teaching.

PADDY CULTIVATION (TANKA)

In rainy season,
An earthen bed prepared
Across paddy field,
Sprouted seeds grow green,
To be planted inside.

TO OVERCOME THE BARRIER

A concrete mass blocks
The way for free passage,
Sometime tides collapse
Sometime tides overcome.

Tides grow to leap over
Tides fall upon the floor,
Tides make silken touch
Tides move in circles.

Tides make philosopher’s choice,
Ancient and modern
Talking with mind of penumbra,
Circles are always in progress.

Tides erase footprints in wet sands,
Tides do work for conquering
Barrier’s stiffness,
Tides toss over it, in hurry.

IDOLS OF GODDESS DURGA IN THE MAKING

Artisans making,
Idols of Goddess Durga
At the centre
And her four children, and Asura
Killed by Her,
With clay from river bed
On hay structure,
Decorating all idols
With imagination
All are descending from Heaven,
Idols of Her draped with sari,
Painting
Weapons –
Trident,
Discus,
Scimitar,
Lasso,
Conch shell,
Bow and arrow,
Spear, sword (long sword),
Shield, bell,
Pink lotus flower,
Battle-axe, thunderbolt,
Elephant prod, snake,
Rod, spade, vajra, goblet,
Hammer weapon,
Iron weapon,
Weapon made out of thorns,
Javelin, dagger, and
Lastly comes
Chokhsudan.i.e.
Painting of eyes.

We worship Her
In this September-October
With devotion and
Reverence.

GREEN PADDY FIELDS

Ankle deep water
Filled the muddy earth
In rains, prepared for
Planting paddy saplings,
Farmers put sprouted seeds
Deep into mud
With fingers softly and
Let green leaves swing in wind.

Cultivation spreads,
Field to field,
From Burdhaman to Medinipur,
I observe them
While moving from
Here to there,
To find peace in mind,
I am afraid I am loosing something.

I do not hear voice of peace,
Only the green fields,
Those are picking bursting
Coolness of visual essence,
I then give condolence
To mind to forgive everything,
Either it may be burning
Ethos or breathing insults.

সমুদ্রঢেউ (TIDES OF THE SEA)

সমুদ্রঢেউ

সাহস নিয়ে গিয়েছিলাম
সমুদ্রের কাছে
নিজেকে ভেঙ্গে টুকরো টুকরো করতে
যেমন সমুদ্রের ঢেউ ভেঙ্গে পড়েছিল
সমুদ্রতটের কোণে কোণে
এবং আবার ফিরে গিয়েছিলো জলস্রোতে
মনের কথা বলতে তৈরি করেছিল
নতুন ঢেউ ।

থেমে গিয়েছিলাম আচম্বিতে
ফিরে এসেছি নিজের ঘর বাড়ির দোরগোড়ায় ।

TIDES OF THE SEA

With vigor, I run
To the sea,
To break me in pieces
As tides of the sea break
In all corners of the beach
And they return to the tides
To make new tides
To express the mind.

I stopped surprisingly,
And returned to doorsteps
Of my home and households.