My dear, please go and walk ahead.
I'm late, as always I´m too slow.
The railway never waits for me,
just like your cornered soul.
Go and take my window seat,
I might just walk back home.
On the way here I must´ve lost something,
my love for you or so.

while the cold wind keeps me walking
I am passing by
your lightless window frame with empty walls behind

the memory of you has me heavy hearted
remembering  better times
while the cold wind keeps me walking

SILENCE OF THE SEA
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 29th Nov 2020)
Silence in the sea
Silence all around,
Silence is sublime
Silence is the sound.
Blue of the ocean,
Blue of the Vast;
Blue is the mind
Nature’s surrealist Art!
Green is the Beauty
Green woodland vast,
Green is the forest
That dwells in your heart.
Asceticism in the air
Ascetic sits within,
Merge deep into its trance
The Omnipotent speaks within.
Away from the noise
Away from life,
The Pilgrim of the soul
Seeks Wisdom recondite.
Bliss is tranquil
Always sylvan-rapt,
Live in its kingdom,
Love the transcending act.
The mud and the mire
Only in the world outside,
Lies in the depth
Fortitude’s purity in pride.
Light is within
Once you dive into the dark,
The sacred iridescence –
Profound, naked and stark.
Blind is your Ego
When you are bound in it,
Live in the freedom
That lies beneath.
Freedom from desires
Is freedom from slavery,
Freedom of the soul
Is divine elixir.
Love’s limitless bounty
Drops from above,
You are not body, nor mind
But an indivisible part of love.
Creation all-embracing
With the most compassionate heart,
“Sharing and Caring”
Learn its beautiful Art.
Paint your pure thought
On its canvas infinite,
Rise above the Ego
Enjoy Freedom’s height.
You are a drop of divine elixir
That drops down upon Earth,
Be worthy of it
Fulfill your divine birth.
(29th November 2020, Golden Beach,Puri)

Back in my bone crushing
poverty ridden days,
I collected cans for nickels;
enough cans meant ***** and
smokes for the day.
one morning I came across
an empty can of beer, it said,
Dead Irish Poet Beer.
i thought, how odd is this?
Just then, a car blew by blaring
a Van Morrison song.
I thought, ah yes, but he's alive.
I didn't take the can for the nickel.
I left it to its green garbage
can grave.