Surrealistic spots

It is long silent cold night of winter
In the dark black night sky, there stands - silvery moon
With its infatuated bluish shining light,
The full moon, as if a plunderer, is trying
to rob the heart of the deserted street.
They know - a time will come, when,
This street will be impassable and
The moon will lose its dispersions…
Slowly they will enter into the dark caves of time forever
Yet, there is no space of despondence into their lives…
Life to them, like – verses of heart of youth until their last breath,
…Time has stooped forward to them.

In many wonderfulness of earth
This cold night is witness of other surrealism…
The note of a sleepless sentient bird has torn apart the night
Tonight is last night of the course of her migration
The cool time of her migration kindled her heart
Custom and fear in unknown place were not constraints…
A local stranger as a host gave her a space with love
With her tinny eyes and inner instinct she realized
His love was as transparent and colorful as The Chrystal River
Tomorrow at early dawn, she will leave the place with her baby -
It will be a vanishing speck on the map in her nonstop flight
In the flight, she will carry immense memory of passion –
A passion of love, which will feed her tinny heart day and night
Night is cold very, but there is no sleep in the eyes of bewitched decrepitude
These sight of the universe, to him, as if –
Surrealistic spots at one corner on a big canvas of art of Salvador Dali.

Andis
Kolkata
January, 2011

Melody of Memory

Silvery moon of evening winter has crawled in midnight…but,
There is no sleep in the eyes of decrepitude…
What made him such self-conceited today!

In the dawn of his life he was not as others were,
He did not see the world around him as others had seen.
In many distress and sorrow, he could draw solace from a flying condor
Once he asked his teacher – “why am I here?”…others frowned at him
He wanted to fly silently deep into the sky of heart…but how long…how far…!

Then one day he became a man…strong, tall and robust…
Friends knew him as inwardly big man…
His heart was like a mountain…stiff to climb and hard to reach at cliff
His mind was as if an ocean with foams of passion in endless blue water
His smile was like morning mist of winter that shrouded everything around him

At twenty-two years, he received the last letter from her…
She Lady of Baslow wrote him – “hi dear, we have ten thousand miles
between you and me, this separation as if realm of enchantment,
Your few pages letter as if lyricism of life…so sweet…so warm!
If ever I am lost in crowd, dear, you will find me in the eastbound cloud… “

Thereafter this earth circled the sun forty times…
Everything disappears in the cave of time…all are lost…
Nevertheless, the note of life that has stopped, keeps alive in the heart!
The river that is lost traceless in the dark of night,
Suddenly its water becomes calm and shivers the mind

The face that disappears in the dark,
Secretly again appears in eyes…as if dreams of affliction …
The frozen memories start melting…pain and surprises infuse the mind…
Day and night, hope and hopeless alone come back to mind…
through the cave of past… a clueless center in the spinning of life…

Silvery moon of evening winter has crawled in midnight…but,
There is no sleep in the eyes of decrepitude…for the first time…
He realized…life is so beautiful so amazing…true love is eternal, it never dies.

Andis
Kolkata
December, 2010

Conscience

From Buryat civilization near Lake Baikal
To the creek lanes of Rwanda of Africa
I am roaming in search of you
Your magnificence and grace outshine even
The aroma and delight of Seleni
Never knew you were so self-conceited!

Conscience, you are a far off island
To the stars of evening
There in the dense forest of cinnamon
Scattered are the pearls of peace and love
in profound desolation - a beautiful rendezvous
Nevertheless, you are so morose!

The deadly war, blood on roads, plaintive voice of hunger
Beatless souls of our brothers and sisters on roads,
An act of brutal hands on their chests by my another brothers
And the success of today’s neo-civilization
All are true but not the last word - even today
Helios appears, in the twist of time, defying the power of Nyx

Every day ships arrive in our harbors with crops
Those are golden surprises to million deaths
The city in other part of the world is burning in flame
Bewildered mother running with her baby in the lap
No one knows, for a handful of maize for the baby,
how many times she faced violation on her chastity!

Sound of boots and bullets have made
the air of this cold night very heavy
Men and women who had many dreams are no more
Their departed souls have left with many questions
Words of judgment is crying in desolation
All are true but not the last word

Conscience, delay of green leaves is
Not their denial to appear on the stems
The civilization has now gone into profound ailment

Yet men are in debt to this beautiful earth
One-day, salvation will arrive on this road flaming humanity
These are profound work of sagacious men of many decades

Until then, Conscience, my heart is to you.

Andis
Kolkata
September, 2010

Journey of life

The silent night is wordless
The desires seem to be dry weeds
Scattered but ordered in the desert
Mesmerizing memories as if
Million stars drenched in dew

These fire flies in the dark night as if
Ocean of shimmering hopes in loneliness
Are also deceitful elements
Will desert me alone in layers upon layers
Of darkness leaving there thousands cracks

Willing I am not to go to the brook
Other side will bring hopeless hopes at sight
Sitting I am so on the sand of ocean
These five sensors of my body
Will remain as peaces of art of nature

The journey of life will soon
Come to an end with my
Last kiss to the coffin of my love
Where my desires will sleep beautifully
In great art of time but I’ll not regret

Andis
Kolkata
September, 2009

Desires

The silent night is wordless
The desires seem to be dry weeds
Scattered but ordered in the desert
Mesmerizing memories as if
Million stars drenched in dew

These fire flies in the dark night as if
Ocean of shimmering hopes in loneliness
Are also deceitful elements
Will desert me alone in layers upon layers
Of darkness leaving there thousands cracks

Willing I am not to go to the brook
Other side will bring hopeless hopes at sight
Sitting I am so on the sand of ocean
These five sensors of my body
Will remain as peaces of art of nature

The journey of life will soon
Come to an end with my
Last kiss to the coffin of my love
Where my desires will sleep beautifully
In great art of time but I’ll not regret

Morning mist

What beckon has beclouded my mind tonight…alone
I have been walking from one street to another!

I have walked long… I have seen many…

Trams, cars, buses, all ply orderly…
Signboards, buildings, roofs were also busy in rhythms…
The lanterns of the streets, as if, know their duty...
Stunning play of light and shade at hide and seek beneath the trees
No one here makes mistake…
The nerves of the city were so vibrant and lively daylong…
Rustling of dry leaves on the deserted street,
As if, lullaby of departed souls in silent night…
Now, all have become quiet and have gone
to the land of sleep beneath the sky
Then comes a time…countless stars like glittering diamonds,
Surround the top of The Statue of Liberty…
Amazing animation of earthly inanimation

Have I ever seen anything inappeasable simpler than this, or
Have I felt their profound peace ever in my heart!

Darkness of night has appeared like-
A woman who, as if, loved me all times…yet,
never have I seen her face
The mesmerizing night of autumn reminds me
The glory and story of an extinct city,
Appears in my heart - the beauty of a timeworn grayish palace of that city,
Full of rare furniture, Persian carpet, shawl of Kashmir,
Rare pearls, famous statues…
All these were there with many desires and dreams in orange sunshine
I have walked long…I have seen many…
Nevertheless, I have not found a statue or a painting of
Eirene (Goddess of Peace) in that dwelling palace!

Faint light is appearing from the east of The Statue of Liberty…it is end of night

Longing has its stay in the palace of incompleteness, where…
Chandeliers are there but candles do not burn

Peace everywhere…peace in air…peace in ocean…peace in mind
Morning mist has doused the flame of thousand years old… a new beginning…

Strange time

A strange time has come upon me
A shadowed face appears
In new moon on the mirror

The hazel mirror illuminates
Midnight throbs in the twinkle of stars
The pale face smiles with veil of dusts

Tears of incompleteness roll on the mirror
Leaving traces on the dusts
My vase is broken I can not hold it

Wings you had on your sides
When wind of love was not there
What name of flying had in the heart?

When courtyard had no flowers of love
Scent of henna was missing in the air
Bloomed autumn had no name

Seleni you are now crone waning in full
Soon you will disappear in the veil of dark
Waiting I’ll be till Helios
Enkindles you in full moon bright

Night of autumn

She left me saying-
“This much togetherness is memorable enough”
I said her –
“Please wait it is dead of night,
Much time is left for the end of night.
You leave me peacefully when your tears stop rolling
As such where will you go in this heavy rain and thunder?
My heart is throbbing seeing your
pristine beauty - O lovely night of autumn!

Whether you desert me or
Break my heart, it matters little
I feel profusely nervous
Seeing the flame in your bashfulness
You are at the command of God
Beg Him sometime more for our togetherness
O my dear - lovely rainy night of autumn

Know not when you will visit me next
To shower the peace in burns
When I’m burning in the flame of your love
Why offer me spate of lies-
You’ll visit me soon?
For I know spring will be followed by winter
O my dear – lovely drenched night of autumn”

Moment before your departure
Your eyes of heavenly craft became heavy-
Glittering fire flies and sounds of crackers
Made this moment of departure at night even heavier
In the circle of my life there is a point
You will know it is the seat of your love
O my dear my love - lovely night of autumn

At the appointed hour in life
I will enter into the graveyard
When drops of rains will fall
I will know you have come
For a moment, O daughter of God
Wake me up please from my eternal sleep
O my beloved – silent night of autumn.

Inconsolable mind

Oh inconsolable mind
Why are you so restless today

Your desperation to -
Break a wild horse in the courtyard
Search of words in wordless gesture
Will again take you to that street
Where you lost your poetry of life at too young
In the interplay of light and shade

Moon with its light of ineffable passion
Has enkindled this desolate dusty lane of mind
Droplets of silent miseries are still glittering
Memories are lying here and there, all are
Hard like stone and embraced with layers of pain

Collyrium in eyes she with aromatic appearance
Visited this lane many times wordless
Oh inconsolable mind to understand her gestures
Look at the moon that glides
Dispersing light of romance with no illusive dreams

Palmyra Tree

The Palmyra tree tall and slim
Swings in the cold gentle breeze
A loner witness many -

Men love with terms
Set budding roses in the vase
Counterfeit closeness sees pale petals
Search they weed and not beauty

Leaving palace of holy heart
Go to temple with impiety
Play with words of no faith
Sow they seeds of flirt

Friendship bleeds water from the vein
The heart of our beloved tears the blood
Cloud in autumn has made air heavy
But no sign of rain

The journey will soon end with
Complexly incompleteness
Flowers will drop from the stem unlooked
There midnight will shine with full moon bright

Sun the ocean of courage
Brightens the moon in full
Air the ocean of conscience
Carries the scent of henna

Moss the ocean of tender
Holds the orchid in heart
Sea the ocean of refuge
Hugs the river in deep

These passions of inaction in action
Clean the dusts of fear of loss
Unfold the petals of fruitless desires
Blooms the flower of love forever

Lady of Derbys

I have been walking on this earth since thousand years
From the coast of Ceylon, in the dark night
To the river Thames, I have run in despair
In Athens – the pale blurred world of king Theseus
Far in the dark city of Bimbishar of king Ashok, I was there
I am a wearied soul, sea of lives foaming all around,
She - Lady of Derbys, gave me peace for a while


Her hairs as if dark night of Babylon of by gone days
Her face as crafted of Aphrodite
Far in the deep sea the sailor who lost
His direction with the broken haul
And suddenly saw the lush green land
In the island of cinnamon
I saw her in the dark, same way
She asked me, ‘where had you been so long?’
Raising her eyes, she Lady of Derbys - nest of bird

At the end of whole day,
Appears night like sound of dew
Hawk wipes out aroma of sun from her wings
When all colors of earth are doused
All birds come back home
When all longing disappear in the river of life
Night glitters with the color of fire flies
Remains only dark for, to sit face to face with her
Strings of mind hum peace of note and
The script remains white with untold story

Guinea-pig

I am a guinea-pig in your creation
You made me to believe in the early dawn-
“A quiet sea never made a skilled mariner”

Navigation in the ocean of time
Has been day and night
To be sick and tired are forbidden here

Dreadful waves of ignorance and indifference
Have broken the mast of the ship
See skilled I’m up till now

I set the sail of love on the ship
Thunder storm of counterfeit closeness
Torn apart the sail in the mid sea

Gust of selfish rain with violent stroke
Has snatched even my grief from heart
Tears I do not shed see skilled I’m

Scorching heat of words
Has dazed my skin to brown
Silent I’m still with no pain in my heart

Soon my ship will reach to shore
In the prayer I’ll not burn in grief
But shall seek another journey

After twenty years

Your eyes no more eagerly look for me,
Neither did I, for a long time,
in the din and bustle of life, inquire about you,
though beneath the same
stars and sun we are living

Grayish wings of owl reach out to the world of stars
leaving marshy field to the beckon of moon!
What enticements lured us?
that hailed us to sail in the river of our lives
from one harbor to another!

Old road becomes impassable one day
The golden hawk that circles in the blue sky will no more fly
Star that twinkles far from the madding crowd
will also silently disappear
Does love too grow old and one day disappear in time?

Green leaves of twenty years have
fallen off the trees of our lives
neither did you look for me nor I for you!
What we want we do not get
and what we get we do not want!

I am now back in my little hut -
here play the tall trees with tranquility,
Twilight hours of evening slowly crawl in
and fall on the green leaves,
Sound of dreams whisper – Realization is the father of Conviction

A candle burns in the silent cold night
Suddenly all dead stars appear in the sky
The light of dawn as if in the eyes of infirmity
Hello, if we could meet again after twenty years
At least to say once - we are the convicts in the court of Faith.