To the people of Earth

In loving memory of a dear friend - Anwesha Ghosh Dastider  May your soul rest in peace *** On a starry night,  I stroll under the spangled sheen. A slow breeze impregnated with scent of night queen, brings a distant sound of a playing flute. And a deep longing in my heart takes root, as I see far in the distance, the blue planet. It shines in this dark black backdrop,  like a floating will-o-the-wisp in a bog. Its existence, albeit tiny radiates a light that enwraps shy curiosity in bold, like a new bride raises her head, her twinkling eyes hold, a resolve for a soul to plight. I desire  to drift away, observe this sphere.  Life in it is short and feeble as, in storm a lighted candle. A gust of wind could decide its fate, yet the flame with all its might sways for its survival. Life in it is unfair and uncertain like a rigged game of card. Next to impossible it is to ever win, yet fearlessly the players exercise wit, their winnings they try to guard. In a blink...

On your 74th birthday, a few lines from our hearts.  "Aap ho to jahaan hai, kyunki aap hi me humaara jahaan hai" যবে থেকে খুলেছি চোখ, দেখেছি তোমাকে আজও চোখ বন্ধ করার আগে, রোজ দেখি তোমাকে. You are my hero, বাবা! সেই সেদ্ধ ভাত মাখিয়ে খাওয়ানো, "আও তুম্হে চাঁদ পে লে জায়েন" গেয়ে, চাপড়ে ঘুম পাড়ানো, স্কুলের জন্য চান করিয়ে, খাইয়ে, রেডি করানো, "পড়াশোনা কে গুরুত্ত্ব দাও" এই বলে রোজ পড়ানো, আর না বুঝলে, বার বার একই কনসেপ্ট বোঝানো. ছোট্ট বেলার এই সব সঞ্চিত করে রাখা স্মৃতি গুলো তোমারি দেয়া বাবা! কখনো ভুলবোনা তোমার পাহারা দেয়া, যখন পরীক্ষা ছিল আমার. কখনো ভুলবোনা তোমার রাত রাত জাগা, যখন অসুস্থ ছিলাম আমি. ভুলবোনা যে আমার জন্যে ভালো পথ খুঁজেছো, পৃথিবীর শেষ প্রান্তে গিয়ে. কেমন আমার সব সমস্যা, তোমার মধ্যে আশ্রয় পায়  আর কি ভাবে তুমি সব ভুলে, উত্তরের খোঁজে ছুটে পড়ো. সৌভাগ্যশালী ও কৃতজ্ঞ তোমার অন্তহীন নিঃস্বার্থ স্নেহের, বাবা! আমার জীবনের প্রতিটি পদক্ষেপে সন্দেহাতীত বিশ্বাস করেছো যেমনি মেরুদন্ড দেহ কে দেয় সাহায্য, ঠিক ওই ভাবে অবলম্বন করেছো আমার প্রতিটি  নির্ণয়ের. তুমি আমার শক্তি...

A few days back one of my friend called me and gave me few lines. A track was ready but she needed lyrics for the tune so that it could be transformed into a song that she could sing. The lines were: A twirl around, I felt you in the air. Surrounding everywhere, Are you around baby. I wish this time never should have come And now it has come, you're not here anymore to hold me around... Ironically, the above lines transformed into the poem jotted below, but it does not fit into the track anymore. We are still in search for a tune to go with it (a few adjustments to the poem is negotiable). If you hear or see an absconding tune anywhere, kindly let us know by commenting here on the post. I turn around, to a whisper that sounds like you're near me. You surround me, Oh! baby! can you hear me? I wish you were here to hold me tight, make everything right. Kiss away my sorrows and pain, embrace me and call out my name. It feels like just yesterday, a life we planned, twirled fingers ...

"Dedicated to Anki, Deepu & Nidhs, the three valuable gems of my life"- Ashwini "Come stay with me forever", says a heart that misses its confidante. For it knows, when the strings inside it start to sever, this forged bond it would give up never. "O past memories still vivid and bright, please remain forever etched in mind", calls out a heart that recalls its mate. For it knows, those loud cheerful laughter, meaningless conversations for hours altogether, fleeting quarrels often laced with banter, are all ceremonies that commemorate those, for whom it lies in wait. "I miss you", cries out loud a heart that pines for its companion. For it knows, amidst a sinking feeling, when the silent tears fall, shadows of the past time and  whispers of the voices alive  pats nerve and sinew and urges self-control. Only a yearning heart, that has loved knows- warm morns, rainy noons and calm nights  spent smiling together shield, when the tsunami of emotio...

Deserted streets are where I follow you,  I'm the hushed footsteps you hear. When no one walks beside you,  I'm the silent whispers that brush past your ear. On black somber nights, I'm the darkness that clasps your heart, a misty shadow that creeps in when your door creaks ajar. I find my way to your mind crawlin' up your back, reach through your eyes into your heart and breathe down your neck. I am a demon cloaked in black, overwhelmed by me you run and crack. Helpless, you put your soul on an altar, sacrifice it for me, grinning, I feed you doubts, tricks and make a fool out of thee. You think putting faith in superstitions can do away with me? Aah! It amuses me to see how naive you can be. Sometimes I am big, sometimes I am minuscule to overpower you, a concoction of drear and dread I brew. Sometimes I am a steep stair, sometimes I am deep water or the gravity that makes you fall, things that crawl, while sometimes appearing as...

The idea behind this poem is: finding the same face in the same place at a designated time each day in some part of your life. We all have experienced such situations (esp. in childhood) where we see a stranger go about his/her business everyday and your timings coincide. Slowly you don't feel like strangers anymore even though you have not uttered a single word to each other ever and silently cross each other's path everyday. Once that part of your life is over, you forget this known and yet unknown face easily, until one day when you reminisce about your past and you find that familiar face peeping at you... He walks alone along the winding road, with a head hung low, adheres to its code. Bent with age, like a fruit laden bough  leaning on his cane, everyday I watch him go. And think, there goes the old man of the road. Some days he stands in a corner, confused about the ways of this world. Some days he is the charmer and  kids surround him to hear st...

Hi, I am Harley. I and Josh live in our small house on 82nd Jackson Street that's named "Joshville" (well it was named before I moved in with him). We are two responsible grown-ups living under one roof. We are very close, but we make sure never to intrude on each other's space. Hell we believe in individuality so much that whenever we have a disagreement one of us just walks out and lets the other be, because that's how mature adults resolve conflicts. I usually get enough "me" time during the day, as Josh works in one of those fancy companies while I look after the house and I leave Josh to his own devices during the night. We catch our regular TV shows and have dinners together almost every night. Our day usually starts with a wholesome and yummy PB&J. Josh gets ready to leave for work and as soon as he is out the door I become the new sheriff in the town of Joshville. I can laze around the whole place and do my chores at my own pace. One of...

"Tribute" is a poem I dedicated to my mom. It would have been her 63rd birthday this 10th of April. I am sure we all have loved ones we miss and every time we think of them we wish, if only we could have known more about their lives when they were with us. As the memories fade we forget their habits, their idiosyncrasies. It scares me to think that I probably have already forgotten many moments that I would have wanted to treasure otherwise. My message to every one of you would be, to cherish the memories of the ones who have left us so that you may keep them alive in your hearts, but more than that, celebrate the living today so that you may live with no regrets. With that, I hope "Tribute" reaches out to everyone. Here's how it goes.... You woke up, did your chore cared for everyone and then some more. Did you ever stop to think about yourself? I doubt this was a thought, your mind could spare or delve. Suddenly one day you left without an ap...

Whenever you look down, think about the Earth. It's hot molten interior, it's gravitational pull that has made so many things possible. Whenever you look up, feel humbled by the vast expanse of space. It's reach far beyond any comprehension. A giant full of gas (Jupiter), that has made everything possible. This energy within me, I, possible. Thank your stars literally, for so many things had to go right for your tiny and short existence. And then stop and ponder, are any of your regular mundane problems so powerful so as to dwarf this huge universe? Because someone rightly said "Astronomy puts you in your place". So are we in our place? Or are we still blinded by ignorance and plagued by malignity that divides us, eats away better virtues in us and always invariably always leads us astray? Think people of Earth - Think! before its too late.