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Sumit Ganguly Nov 2016
Are you a nymph of heaven?
The charm you spread is rare in earth,
sonorous voice plays tune of ripples,
air keeps away the past and future.

I want to possess all beautiful things.
So, I need you at my side,
I weave my dreams around you,
and want to be nicest in your eyes.

We will create a heaven here.
Both will strive to be happy for ever,
branch out as an evergreen tree.
I wait for your consent dear.

22nd. Nov. 2016
Sumit Ganguly Nov 2016
I come out of me
the nature opens her treasure to have a glimpse.
Sun's bright and soothing rays remove dullness,
mild air cleanses the lungs
sky showers pure blue, variegated greens season the mind,
I forget me.

The peace abounds in here.
Swans of the lake put dynamism to the static peace
impeccable white among the green and blue
balance like a gliding ballerina
ripples dance, leaves murmur, birds sing
the swans remain the moving symbols of my desire.

19th Nov. 2016
Sumit Ganguly Nov 2016
It's like a bird
limited by movements
brooding later
on love, feed, and flight, flight, flight.

It's like a fish
swimming in a sea of habits
forgetting self
for few minutes of relishing self.

It's like the lord of forest
thumping paws cause earthquakes
sweet will paints air- red or green
till time puts a radio collar.

It's like a diamond
angle of vision creates the glitter

16th Nov, 2016
Sumit Ganguly Nov 2016
We are tied in colored ropes
ropes of shower, fog, flowers and snow
invisible puppeteer earns our feelings.  

13th Nov. 2016
Sumit Ganguly Nov 2016
Humming birds and bees
kiss red cardinal flowers,
flowers dance and sing,
happiness spills over to
air, trees and our hearts.

10th Nov. 2016
Sumit Ganguly Nov 2016
A rustic lass of early teens
sells raw diamonds on a pavement.
black stones are laid on a mat
small rocks  fetch her livelihood.

‘See, the stones can cut glass sheets,
all are genuine raw diamonds,
buy now or you miss a gem,
going cheap at two dimes each.'

Her face is *****, attire shabby,
hair unkempt, eyes sunny,
around the dullness, monotone
a tulip slowly unfurls petals..

She holds the reins of little brothers
a pair of kids in birthday suits.
Has the mother left her shadow
to teach the tricks of steering life?

I’ve bought a little piece
kept it in my glass show case
a simple, uncut, glittering stone
memoir of a youth to be.

7th. Nov. 2016
Sumit Ganguly Nov 2016
The blood, bones and organs of beauty
are figure, poise, grace and glow,
just as memory, intelligence, reflex and intuition
compose the talent.
Anyone can have skill with inclination and diligence
and God has given us all the talent
to translate skill into action,
action for development or destruction.

4th. Nov. 2016
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