If this rain continues to fall for a thousand of years. Will it cure the sorrow that has spread around the stratums spilling out of fossil oils? And one day the classical Bengal that had observed by Jibonando Das will have disappeared along with the variations of Delta. Nowadays the silts also pervade throughout the urban wind for a preposterous change. The river also stumbles down resembling a truck with a hundred of million tons of garbages. Yet the people still dreaming out of their heritage, Vatiyari, Vawaiyya Songs. The wind is filled with the acute stink of unsocial science. And the time bomb of plastic lurking throughout the bathroom to drawing room, from greenroom to health room. The river that flows down throughout out the soft and flexible source of our throat have also been covered with the million of plastic fossils as the earth filled with the Dynasaur once. Thus the way sorrow became as cheaper as the meadow grass, though the original sorrow remains as a hard to find the object. And you won’t get an original feeling if you rigged out for a voyage and you’ll realize that how the pack of plastic Bottles and Polythenes have intrigued a policy to extinct out the beautiful birds of the earth. Therefore, we have to take it for granted that we shall float on the sea, along with our all histories. And keeping in mind, we have to pay up 17% tax to the group of people who remains as the most failure terrorist of all time and those who lusted the world as a young whore without any name and destination.
Today I walked down a round around the city
Through the rhythm of Tao like a deep tube,
Gazing and enjoying the game of puppy
While I got back there’s a tinge of moonlit only.
And think twice about the future of the doggy hoods
That gave rise an idea, If I would be a rich enough
I’ll create a sanctuary for the street dogs
Where they can enjoy their instinctive drift
That has been shattered by the name of humanity!
20th November, 2016
Yet a long drought in heart
Bought longing bikes have been abandoned today
Hangout stories in our lost café staring eyes still….
How they vanished so fluently?
I believe you wrote down all of it!
Through your fervent enthusiasm once a tedious night
Turned into a full moonlight, I can still remember that
Never thought about the mystery
That made me so happy!
Today you’ve also faded away into the rain
Perhaps you took a refuge under the grove
Where I once listened your cadence carefully
While the whole city is inundated by the flood water
Please come and joint with me dear!!
5th July, 2016
I know why my life is so beautiful
People want to know my livelihood?
I answer them the truth
They want to know more about me?
I reply them this is only my mind
I live only with the joy of mind!
An intellectual who always think he is the genius only
Always tend to find out my flaws
He asked me reversely,
Why are you so supple?
I answered him, it is the reflection of my mind
Cause I’m made up with the mud of my mind
That’s why I’m so soften!
A cunning beard person always give me the sermons
And say to me, righteousness brings serenity
I replied him, I only believe in the purity of mind
Cause through this mind I see, hear
That’s why I know why my life is so beautiful!
29th June, 2016
At last end of the eve, self have been sacrificed
Now I became joyous like the Earth.
In mirth sometimes I lied across the rivers
Where the history dance between the grasses
And again touch the sky and the sun
Without squinting while gazed
Yet the tears dripping down
And reminds me that, I was a being once!
Rising from the Pacific aftermath
Seeing the rain-forest, give rise a feelings of delta
Cause once I was moving around the silted land.
While I reach to the Himalaya as a big bird
And become a not-self while meditate
Then again I enter into the realm of music
Give rise the feelings of musician
Whilst I had a Garth of notes!!
And lit the torch of music,
In the Olympic!
26th June, 2016
….. not amazed by phenomenon
Yet decorate the phenomenon within serene.
No suffering, no pain
Cause I’m comfortably wise!
Or terribly fool in open eyes!!
I’m the mine’s
I can create the bliss
Through the on going windmill.
Keep my body-clock
Within sharp scrutiny.
You cant see my wrinkles
Cause my Maya is a bit murky.
I’m addicted with matchbox……
Knowing to burn if needed…….
Annihilate the gusty signal 10
Keep me relax within being cowardice
Thus I’m brave
18th June, 2016
Today would be the last dawn of Simon’s matteer
Though his feelings more into this city in which he once belonged to
Today would be the last reckoning as the brightness always fades away
Shall the city what he knows as home waiting for him in impromptu?
The remnant of a family, ramshackle rooms and the alluding intensifying memories
All reminds a purity that could happen in future serenity
The windowpanes, curtains, scatter tubs and towels
All are weeping silently and waiting for a sweet calamity
Don’t grief said by a bunch of a grief tourist of the walls
As they gather, gathered in a swarm into that last count
The poet Simon looked a far where the lane ended
Thinking of his son and wife as the ticking mounted
30th May, 2016