A tumultous storm is passing the valley
and I am stuck in the midst
nowhere to hide and nowhere to go.
I try to walk towards home with my rainbow coloured umbrella.
My abode on the hill nearby,
and an uphill task to go,
the gale is growing stronger
i just can't slow.
The heaven has been unfriendly
not answering to my prayers
I slipped a million times as He wanted me to scare.
The strong roots of the trees have held my hand firmly
not gushing me down
as a true friend in poverty.
The rain spoilt my umbrella, the seven colours faded
I faced the heavy drops as my parasol betrayed.
Toiling to crawl up
the rain was failing to stop me from going upstream,
the nimbus this time is ghastly than ever
but i will have to return to my dear ones
albeit bruised from head to toe,
none to hear my scream .
Both rain and me are bleary and had to pause now,
the firmament is clearing up with the sun, peeping through the clouds
and I am nearly near my hilltop house.
The sky was happy to see me alive and
gifted me my rainbow umbrella as return gift from above,
I tasted glory in the rainbow from the hilltop
and my abode.
Bina Mukherjee
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 9:16 AM UTC
When it snows,
the airy white petals falls on the alps
and rests.
The mountains wear the white cloak with pride,
as the gift from the high above
and I enjoy the majestic morning view of the creator from my humble abode.
Bina Mukherjee
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
I am yet to write a poem which
shall strike a thousand
or a million chords!
It may be a love or a sad one.
But it will certainly be a ******
which has been touched by none.
The words will be in the purest form
and will remain in hearts, long after I am gone.
Bina Mukherjee
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 7:21 AM UTC
Sky loves the earth so much
So they desire to meet on the horizon.
When he wants to touch her, it rains heavily.
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC
A quarantined soul stuck in her abode,
longing to travel a country mile.
Walking through the known lanes,
those stilt houses and hilly paths
till the gate of my home,
where my parents live.
I can see them virtually
but that doesn't satisfy my heart!
I miss my mom's smile
I miss my dad's humour
I miss the sibling gossip while slurping the soupy Maggi bowl.
Yes this quarantined soul has become a wanderlust
Just to visit my home once!!
Bina Mukherjee
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
To my teacher Mom
To my savior Mom
To my kind Mom
To my trouble shooter Mom
To my simple Mom
To my generous Mom
Wish I were like you Mom!!
To the Mom who has been judged for living a simple life.
To the Mom who never tried to hurt anyone because she knew how it feels like.
To the Mom who thinks herself to be a superwoman and filled our plates with almost all the food from the dishes she had,
Keeping a little, what she called a balanced diet.
To the Mom who has the innate ability to filter out the demeaning words and rather enjoyed what she cherishes.
To the Mom who still believes "Silence is Golden"
And did her job religiously with love whatever be the condition.
But....
I couldn't be like you Mom and been a little outspoken as I have seen your helplessness for long....
And now.....
.......
I wish you were a bit like me Mom!!
Bina Mukherjee
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
My eyes are the beholder of thy beauty,
My eyes are the witness of thy dark side too.
My eyes can see thy kindness,
My eyes has seen thy grim side too.
My eyes can look through thy skin,
My eyes shies away from thy look too.
My eyes are wisdom
My eyes are ignorant.
My eyes can see everything around,
I still dissemble to be stone-blind and conceal the fear.
As the truth of my eyes were muted
by the self-styled landlords.
My naive eyes therefore chose to remain silent for the world.
Bina Mukherjee
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 12:10 PM UTC
An average being on earth
Who never tried to take a big leap.
An average being on earth
Who has always been a timid.
An average being on earth
Who never dared to upset anyone.
An average being on earth
Who shouts out from her heart now
Someone on earth please hear her out.
Bina Mukherjee
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 3:37 PM UTC
Enslaved and encaged for uncountable days and years,
They treated us like animals.
Those brutal hands tried to crush the mob to the vile dust
Lately though....we woke up.. from the slumber....
Then they couldn't stop the reawakened mob from seeking freedom.
The fresh air was ours again
The land was once again restored to build our own nests
We were free.
Sadly
Yet again..an invisible bug has encroached our land
Trying to test our patience
Yet again....we are enslaved
Yet again....our air is not safe to breathe
Can we gain our freedom back?
We can...
We can...
Yes....we can
Stand for yourself
Stand for your family
Stand for your country
This time our motherland may not require your blood.
Start the Social distancing movement and not the Non-cooperation Movement.
Ignite the Hand washing March rather putting your Hands Up
Unmask the foe by wearing a mask.
Our motherland will certainly wake up to a new morning
Where the air will be fresh to breathe,
Where the land will be free for the crowd to move,
Where we again meet and enjoy gatherings
Because...it is humans
Who could
Who can
And who will always work night and day to fight out those cruel foreigners from our land!!
Bina Mukherjee
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC