Winter season,
grey colorless skies
Silence,
audible in the distance.
Empty feeling in crowded house.
Long, chilly nights, dead water streaming.
Veins with cold blood, stuck.
Passion in black clothes, not breathing.

The year is moving, Spring in birth canal.
Waiting to be born.
I think of you, lying beside you .
I dream of movements of bold trees.
It excites me.
I know it’s wrong but in my mind it’s full blown spring.
A white cloud is coming to me.
Like a bride in cotton candy.
Thinking of you, no more winter skies.

I close my eyes.
In my mind there you are.
There is an explosion of fire in the sky.
Summer in your eyes,
reflecting colors of a sky, burning.
I’m drifting.
It’s summer in my head and my mind is singing.


With passing time,
new days
new seasons
new loves
New memories.
Time, essential to it all.


Shell✨🐚

I’m a Bengali in sombrero
An Indian from Kolkata
I live at a stone’s throw
From where flows the Ganga.

I speak in Bengalee
For me the sweetest language
Like the Ganga flows freely
Has Sanskrit as lineage.

Rice is my staple food
So are dal and fish
A cup of tea is too good
With two biscuits on a dish.

Around me spreads green countryside
Where grows all the foodgrain
Rivers flow wild and wide
Their banks home joy and pain.

I was born and reared in this riparian land
Where soil is tilled in peasants’ sweat
Sparkles in moon the Bay’s white sand
Weaving dreams for many a poet!

Children
Taught them
Teach those that do
Nieces and nephews galore
Violent crime took the opportunity away when she was younger
Maybe that is why Mothers and Fathers Days are hard for many reasons
Yet,he loves her
Yet,she loves him
Never meant to be but
Love conquered all so cruelly taken

She is my sunrise, Sadiya!.
In the beautiful sun hot,
she is like the icy.
In the mid-afternoon,
she is the sweetest air to breathe.

And my lovely in the green evening.
In the bright evening,
Sadiya, she is my sunset.
In the late evening,
she is my beacon.

O' come, queen of my night.
O' come, queen of my morning.
O' come, I am a sacrifice for your love.
O' come, let me live for you.
O' come, let me die for you.

Death . . .
the great equalizer.

The surest cure
to brazen  ambition .

Kings , Queens , princes and Popes ,

Generals , dictators , and those with false hopes .

As evil does , so it will be .

Fall so fast and hard
toppled like a cedar tree .

The vine's been cut
the branches wither

All the fruit so vile and bitter

All will burn in the heat of fire ,

the briars and vines and wooden liars .