TAILOR-MADE

A soft prayer in mumbles,

Conceded to the surge of erratic wind ,

But like a feather, it again fell up,

Beautifying the prudence of lift.

And then The Supreme reciprocated

To clench the Tailor-made!

Good Morning Kolkata!

 

The abode of a poet's reverie..

Revealing citadels of mystical veil..

Rejoicing at the centenaries of existence..

Eliciting the incomparable morning jamboree!

 

I, a protégé of The clout..

Saunter in Your aesthetics..

Exuding a dancer's gait.

 

Ecstatic dew ephemeral..

Falls on my temple,

And to The bliss of divinity..

I bow - A poet's Good Morning!

 

 

 

You Plus Me equals...

You plus Me equals..

Attachment invincible,

Bond inextricable,

Company irreplaceable,

Distance uncountable..

Ego negligible,

Farewell impossible,

Goodness incomparable,

Happiness immeasurable,

Insanity unavoidable,

Joviality adorable,

Kinship incredible,

Laughter irreversible,

Madness unaccountable,

Novelty unbelievable...

Omnipresence indispensable,

Purity palpable,

Quintessentially impeccable,

Reliability indistinguishable,

Smiles memorable,

Twins infallible,

Unity unbreakable,

Value inexpressible,

Worth indecipherable,

X factor indiscernible,

Youth admirable,

Zeal inextinguishable!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'll remember YOU..

That dawn lonesome..

When the sun will  vibrantly blossom..

But not color our walls together..

I'll adorn a smile and remember YOU..

That afternoon sultry..

When there will be no hands friendly..

To reverberate claps jolly...

I'll breathe a sigh and remember YOU...

That dusk incomplete..

When there will be no feet to accompany the stroll on street..

To blurt out the day's despair..

I'll count our stars in sky and remember YOU..

That night dark throng..

When there will be no shoulders strong..

To soak the desolate tears stark..

I'll snuggle in to sleep .. But remember YOU..

SURRENDER..

Acceptance with affection profuse,
Forgiveness without apologies..
Attachment immense counting times forever..
A complete alter ego transition,..
Surrender I to Your Haven!

The Creator

A word little..in which vastness lies hidden beneath.. The inextricable love,warmth and care.. Maa.. Your presence is itself a melody. Sugar is no sweeter,  I opine.

Leaning against the hollow wooden bark..I ponder..and seek Your arms, Maa.
Such deep rooted is Your love...Put it on a beam and observe it gets snapped. So heavy is the value.. Any gravity can not alter its dimensions..Even God takes a bow.
Change is constant, they say. But is it,really? Or did I just find an exception to this adage? Or maybe not. Your love increases.. Increases exponentially and every elapsed second is the witness.
The Sun Supreme wins against the leaves' sieve. My shoulders sense the scorch. And I look for the pacifying touch of your warmth which lets disperse every vagary. Hence defeating the Supreme again. And I assume this would happen a million times more.. perpetually.. till the mortal life's existence. You are The Power, The Creator. You will win. Always.
I let my hair prance to the rhythm of the breeze.. wishing you would come to do my plaits, plant a kiss and say, " I missed you at the table girl.. Let us dine together. " . And I dream myself savoring the magic in Your hands.
There are times when I commit a wrong. Everyone does. Your proverbial light guides me, Maa..The worst of your lyrical rebukes are darn more soothing than the harsh world outside. Yes, they do not bother.. At all.. They are mean. Period.

Beside me, a mother pampers the babbles and coos of her child.. The world around me turns moist as I stay numb to the inhumane world. A force pulling it towards gravity.. I let go and it dampens the page of my diary. An ink blot in your reminiscence.

A grumble of pang synchronized with the fourth note of the musical octave. Possibly the call of my soul. And how I wish You take me in Your embrace and croon to me that lullaby till I fall asleep...

Missing You Maa!

SANS IT...

Waves swaying on the brink..
Of petty innocence..
Of hampered bonds..
Of diluted alternatives..
Of ignorant bruises..
Of condoned rage..
Of tossed dilemma..
Conscience in knots..

Sans it..
Rumbling in the pitch silence..
Struggling through the storm..
Yearned by every unsung string..

It.. the hues of mirth..
A nascent beauty lost..
The curve evading rue..
Dug from the trench deep..
Wear it with finesse..
Let the world reciprocate..
And tread along..