Saturday, 28 February 2015



A huge three storey cage it is

Birds inside look longingly

At the empty sky

The sun is cruel

Its each drop is a link of a chain

That ties them up

An uncanny hush rules the cage

Birds hop silently      

And count hours for freedom’s bell

Ring, rIng, riNg, rinG

Goes the bell at day’s end

They trill, sing and fill the sky


Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

To the Martyrs of the Bengali Language*



She is a mother

Living in every land

Blessing her children

With her love

Which her words carry

Suckling them

With its blessed touch

Raising them

In their cadence of warmth

Giving them

All her strength

To stand upright

When tyranny’s hands

Shoot them with hatred

Mother comes out

As drops of fragrant bloom

From the deep wound

Of the heart

And fills the world


* Language Movement Day or Language Revolution Day or Bengali Language Movement Day (Bengali: ভাষা আন্দোলন দিবসBhasha Andolôn Dibôs), which is also referred to as Language Martyrs' Day or Martyrs' Day (Bengali: শহীদ দিবস Shôhid Dibôs), is a national day of Bangladesh to commemorate protests and sacrifices to protect Bengali as a national language during Bengali Language Movement of 1952.
In 1952, Bengali students in East Pakistan rose up and protested against the Pakistani government for declaring Urdu as the national language. The majority of the Pakistani citizens (as of 1952), about 54% of the citizens, were Bengali. In the protest several students died for defending the Bengali language for themselves and for the future generations.

Now UNESCO's declaration of 21st February as the International Mother Language Day has brought fresh glory and prestige to Bangladesh.


Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~Mother Tongue @ Poets United

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Long Live Tiny-House Journey


Knight on tight living

Lets fantasy castle roll

Lady love’s happy


Posted for dVerse Poetics


Blue Eyed Grass

courtesy : google image

Today a tiny blue eyed grass

Squirted happiness

And drenched me with joy

I always keep my windows open

Real and virtual

For such little

Surprise gifts

Divine they are



Posted for Peggy’s prompt Inside/Outside Looking Out/In @ Poetry Jam

Sunday, 22 February 2015


She’ll fly or fly not

She casts me a doubtful glance

A quick catch in lens

My lone visitor

Will you stay forever here

The sun is shining

Sitting on life’s edge

His eyes dream of broken nest

Soft snow flakes shrouding

Posted for Margaret’s Play It Again, Toads! #14@ Real Toads

I’ve used the first link   Imagined by Grace O'Malley - "Format Challenge - Haiku

Saturday, 21 February 2015

Light More Light

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When my sadness

Trickles down my cheek

I look up

I hear

My trees singing in bird voice

Wiping my sorrow

Death cannot strangle me

With His stony, icy touch

For the sun’s caress

Warms me

Inside out

Pitch black sky of misery

Fails to engulf me

As joys of memory

Twinkle and glow

My Lord

Let Thy light

Shine in my heart

Till my last breath


Posted for Poetry Pantry @ PoetsUnited

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

You Are My Looking Glass

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You are my looking glass

I view myself on your visage

I am happy when you smile

And your sadness is mine

When you stand like a rock

Against the stormy sea

My tender mass hardens

I become a rock like you

We both sustain on each other

Till- THAT- do us part


Posted for Susan’s Midweek motif ~ Glass(es) @Poets United

Tuesday, 17 February 2015


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Gautam Buddha asked the bereaved mother

To bring Him a handful of mustard seeds

From a household where Death had not entered

Poor mother had gone a begging from door to door

But returned crest fallen and realized the truth

We can’t do away with Death


It has been like this from time immemorial…..


For our time here, like the twilight

Is precious and fading

And while there’s certainty nothing new under the sun-

Under the moon, there is waiting



For Grace’s prompt @ dVerse Poetics : A poem from the future


The last stanza in italics is from Ben Burke’s poem.

Loneliness / Solitude

Surging thoughts

Crash on the stony shores

Of my desolate heart

My bones are fire made

The veins --

Of molten rock

My stormy flesh

Howls and roars

And tears solitude

Into pieces




Thy light of Love

That dwells everywhere

From grains of dust

To the dots of star

Shines and holds my hand

My parched soul

Drinks Thy chalice of Grace

With tears

I cup the Bird of Solitude

To feel Its downs of Peace



Posted for the prompt Loneliness / Solitude @Poetry Jam

Saturday, 14 February 2015

Thorny Path (A Tanka)

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Thorny path for me

Thou hast laid to walk for life

Thy Name’s my refuge

I walk with my feet unscathed

I sing, “Hallowed be Thy Name”


Posted for Poetry Pantry @ poets United

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Love Is Not A Greeting Card

"Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made
                        like bread; remade all the time, made new"  
                                  -- Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven

I won’t tie you up to my grief
My child
Be free, lie in the lap
Of God
My love is now free
From fear
Of losing you
Rest in peace
My child
In the heart of God


Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ LOVE is not aGreeting Card @ Poets United


Tuesday, 10 February 2015


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All words are shattered

Broken pieces piercing deep

My heart oozing void


Posted for Alan’s prompt Silence @ Poetry Jam