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Madhukanta Sen May 2016
Our life
Made beautiful by travels
The thrill
Down our spine
When visions unfold
In lands unknown
Made known
By discoveries.
We thank God
That such treasures
Still exist.
Written a few years back after our vacationing in India when we went traveling.
Madhukanta Sen May 2016
Joy
The land of kings
Still holds its head high
The treasures still
Tell tales
The people are still happy
With their
Pink and blue cities
And those who visit
Following the trails
Discover joy!
Written a few years back after our trip to Rajasthan, India.
Madhukanta Sen May 2016
Thoughts alternate:
Happy,
Not so happy...

Everything alternates.
Nature, Life,
When
there is sadness,
we have to know

Happiness
will come
knocking at our door
Very soon.
Keep hoping.
Madhukanta Sen Apr 2016
When we look
At life
Which is beyond
The everyday
Struggles

It is
Beautiful and vast
And unified

It is
One with God
As the earth
Is one with
The sky
In the horizon

Take a
Few moments
Each day
To feel it
And to
Touch the feeling.

It will
Surely
Make you
Happy!
For wholesome survival.
Madhukanta Sen Apr 2016
When I wake up
Every day
And I wake up late
The day is
Full of promises
The sunshine
Pours in
And I carry out
My routine
Happy, assured

Dusk arrives
I am done with
My chores
And I sit down
To watch television

Why is it that
The end to the day
Is so
Disheartening?

Brutalities
Are what I am
Able to
Carry to my
Bed
At night

O God
Make the nights
Beautiful again...!
Can we hope?
Madhukanta Sen Apr 2016
Having coffee
Listening to the birds chirping
Outside
Running over
The day's agenda
In my mind
Gus has gone to work
My son is at college
Working hard...
That is what my world
Looks like now
Peaceful, serene.

But then, sudden jolts come
And it seems as if
The world will come to an end.

People scurrying all over the place
Trying to catch the wrong doers.

And we get closer to God.

Do they not ever feel the need
To stop and support peace
To call upon God,
They, who wreak havoc
Upon this earth?
Do they not, ever, cry?
Madhukanta Sen Apr 2016
My son now
Stone facade houses
and buildings
In a forest
House my son now
and tell him their story
in whispers.
He listens, as he always does!
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