Tuesday, 28 January 2014


It’s a cool, cool world
Where blooms speak in green silence
Calling the sunbird
It’s a cheerful world
Where Nature abounds in food
Hearts pray for long winter

It’s a cruel world
Where pavement dwellers dream fire
Curse fog and their stars
Posted for Peggy's prompt Where You're At @ Poetry Jam

Thursday, 23 January 2014


She wasn’t an Indian by birth
But by choice
She was clad in simplicity
Expressed in single blue bordered white cotton sari
Originally a dress of poor sweeper women
Working in Calcutta Corporation
Thereby uniting her soul with millions
Living in poverty
It wasn’t a style statement
But love for fellow beings
Single border later became striped
Ah she was the white flame of purity
In her sandals, crucifix and rosary
Mother Teresa
My Obeisance to you

Posted for Fireblossom Friday : Clothes Make the Woman @ Real Toads

Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Thousand white feathers
Sailing together
Each a free spirit     
Breathing benediction
The lonesome boy eyes them
Then ties them in his heart
They become his fountain of words
He writes them                                        
 Posted for Poetry Jam
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Sunday, 19 January 2014

She had plucked a handful of stars
They adorned her long black hair
Her graceful moonlight step
Gave a new rhythm to thousand feet
When she made love with her enigmatic eyes
With the legendary Uttam Kumar
My daughter’s heart melted
So did mine, my ma’s and my grandma’s
Newlywed couples watched  Suchitra-Uttam** films
Rather than go on honeymoon
They held us enthralled for decades
Our sweet heart of all time
Was a true enigma
Not once did she step out of her self-willed wall
Decades after decades
Except on brief outdoor sojourns to spiritual places
Did she become a social recluse to glitter
Forever in the vast firmament of her fans’ hearts
As the same ethereal beauty?
Two days ago when she breathed her last
My land grieved for the octogenarian
Her near and dear ones honored her wish
By not lifting the veil of mystery
No one saw her bar a few loved ones
As she slept forever on the bed of flame
Fire consumed all but not her name
In million hearts does she dwell
One, whom age does not wither nor custom stale

*Suchitra Sen (Bengali pronunciation: [ʃuːtʃiːraː ʃeːn]  listen (help·info)), born Rama Dasgupta (  listen (help·info); 6 April 1931 – 17 January 2014), was an Indian actress who acted in several Bengali and a few Hindi films. The movies in which she was paired opposite Uttam Kumar became classics in the history of Bengali Cinema**.[1] A film critic summed up Suchitra Sen's career and continuing legacy as "one half of one of Indian cinema's most popular and abiding screen pairs, Suchitra Sen redefined stardom in a way that few actors have done, combining understated sensuality, feminine charm and emotive force and a no-nonsense gravitas to carve out a persona that has never been matched, let alone surpassed in Indian cinema"…courtesy : Wikipedia

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Wednesday, 15 January 2014


As she opened the door
Icy serpentine words rushed
Spitting venom
Thousand split-tongues danced
She bore the wild attack
And became a candle
She wanted to wrap them
Melt them, make them glow
Just as the silver threads of the moon
Keep on weaving radiant garments
For black night

Posted for Get Listed With Brendan : Moon Madness @ Real Toads
Shared with Poetry Jam where the Prompt is Refrigerator

Sunday, 5 January 2014

 New York at Night, Vivienne Gucwa

Down memory lane
They walk hand in hand
May be a gray oblivion
Hides the pathways
They journeyed together
Still the cobbled moments
They trod on eons ago
Are illuminated
By love’s light
Both of them look like
The silhouettes of trees
Deeply rooted on life’s course
Posted for The Mag : Mag 201
Shared with Real Toads & Poetry Pantry @ Poets United