HER BLUE EYES

HER BLUE EYES

6 June 2003 (was inspired by this song: Ogo Kajalnayana Horini by Hemanta Mukherjee)

She Asks Me,

        “Why Are You Staring At Me?”

I Didn’t Have Any

        Specific Answer

Because

When I Look Into

        Her Blue Eyes

I See Myself Floating

            In The Blue Sky

I Can Feel The Water

            Floating On The Clouds

The World Beneath

            Looks Such A Nice

And Beautiful Place

            I Feel Freer

When I Look Into

        Her Blue Eyes

I See Myself Swimming

In The Blue Ocean

With The Fishes

Mastering The Waves

            Drifting With Time

Floating Peacefully

When I Look Into

        Her Blue Eyes

I Feel Like A Mountain Bluebird

            In Freefall

From The Highest Cliffs

            Overtaking Everything

Almost Conquering The World

            Master Of The Skies

When I Look Into

        Her Blue Eyes

I Feel Like The

            Wild Bluebells

Butterflies Taking Shelter

            Bees Buzzing Around

The Pleasant Smell

And Peace Of The Forest

Oh Nature

        I Was Born Into You

And Into You

        I Will Give My Life

When I Look Into

                    Her Blue Eyes

.           .           .           .           .           .           .           .           .

RAINY DAY

RAINY DAY

                                7 June 2003

 written (while getting wet in the rain) during a splendid rainfall during the hot summer Bangladesh afternoon.

Let The Rains

        Wash Away My Pains

Can I Learn About Love

                  From The Books

        And Not From Your Looks?

I Want To Feel The Cold

                                Of Rain-Waters

And I Don’t Want To Be Told

        Or To Be Taught

                    By Any Elders

I Want To Get Wet

        And Feel Nature

I Don’t Want To Be Upset

        Or Endure

                    Life’s Torture

Let The Rains

        Wash Away My Pains . . .

Like It

Washes The Dirt

And Leaves The Fields And Trees Greener

Like It

        Melts The Clouds

        And Leaves The Skies Brighter

Like It

Cleans The Dust

And Leaves The Tin-Roofs Brighter

Like It

        Washes The Park-Benches

        And Makes Them Feel More Natural

Can It?

        Wash Away My Pains . . .

(The World Seems Brighter)

My Heart Seems Lighter

My Mind Feels Clearer

                   Have The Rains

Washed Away My Pains?

EXPECTATIONS

EXPECTATIONS

                                      started on 28 June 2003 . . .

I want to fly

High above the blue sky

I want to swim

In the cool-running stream

          I want to stand . . .

On this brown land

                   … and run

under the evening sun

I want to be tall green grass

Dancing in the wind

In a grand mountain pass

 I want to be raindrops

Kissing the tree-tops

I want to be a rainbow

To put my colors on show

I want to blossom

In time to come

“What do you I

WANT

           From ME?”

Beautiful Butterfly (Thanking The Creator)

Beautiful Butterfly (Thanking The Creator) - 8 December 2016

Butterfly effect! Today morning, a butterfly sat on a nearby car window.

Is this poem a result of that?

Caterpillar, Caterpillar

Mystery of nature,

Chrysalis

Designing Limitless,

Butterfly, Butterfly

Fly by, fly by,

Wings unfurled

Beauty amplified

Patterns infinite

... Yet Immaculate

My Poem: Life

LIFE

The man

          Dying in bed

                   thinking, dreaming

Of days that were

          Times spent

                   Friendship made

                             Work done

                                      Punishments received

                                                Quarrels fought

          Some wrong doings

                   Things undone

Ah, hindsight

Now Death brings its message –

          What . . . ?

My Poem: Nature/Trees

NATURE / TREES

                                      20 May 2003

Grew up in the village

          Playing in open fields

                   By the mango trees

Having fun

          Picnics in the woods

School was enjoyable

          At times

Became a Business Man

          Hard toil and work

Invested in Real Estates

One Fine Morning

          Money was there to spend

Make more Buildings

          Create Cities of Cement

My child Asks

          “where will I play?”

My Poem: Corporate Life!

Corporate Life!

A Slave of Time
That's What I Am
                   I Rhyme
To The Clock's Chime
To Earn My Dime