Who summoned me
With that word of aspiration,
Looking for her
In this diminutive range-
I don't remember though
Her face.

Still walking in hope
As if absolutely motionless,
Which has no end
Just think so always-
Will I be able to see her again
Someday, someday...

Unnecessarily driving the car fast
is not desirable
The dangers that might come from the front, from the back
Fear is in every step.

If we do not obey the traffic laws
And keep driving
Any time
There may be a big accident.

Driving unfit cars on the street
is a big crime
So why, bet on the life
Why taking slander.

Be steady, drive nicely
Run our car
Safely and without anxiety
Let us return to the home safe.

The child comes to enlighten the house
There is joy everywhere
Every heart is stirred in that house
Everybody plays with a cheerful smile.

Day by day, come childhood, boyhood and youth
The success story goes with the whole life.

This way rolls the wheel of fortune
This hope remains to everyone
As if all are like a painted picture.

(Continued from 3/9)

While walking across those paths
for many years,
his grandmother used to tell him
a lot of other stories about life,
nature and humanity.

Once he asked his granny
about the meaning of life-
she said, “If you really
wish to learn the true meaning
of life, then accept the
challenges that could come to you”.

She further side, “Challenges
are the best way
that make us grow”.

Gary took those words
as milestones and
took them very seriously,
and thoughtfully-
like the lighthouse,
those words were
also worked as
the guide in his life.

Continued….

The harp's tale sounds what a tune
That tune deepens inside the heart
Where did the thoughts go?

Whirling the mind
Here blows the hint of apathetic wind
Where are the thoughts?

The whole day got mixed in the dusk
The mind does not work in any way
That's how the time passes
With a pale breeze.

(Continued from 7/9)

He felt in his heart
new inspiration
and ran faster
to reach the stairs
of the right house.

Gary remembered,
in many occasions,
he used to climb up to the
top of the old lighthouse,
from where he could see
the entire landscape,
the sea, the meadow,
the mountain
and his small township.

Those stars were
very familiar to him,
so he could climb faster-
thus the wicked witch
tried hard.

But, as he believed in his heart-
when he reached the almost
the top of the lighthouse,
his feet did not slide
but, the wicked witch’s-
and he saw from the top,
the wicked witch to fall.

Continued….

(Continued from 8/10)

After hours (or days) of
the conversations, he could realize
the fact that,
there is no control over
the afterlife and no one
but the creature controls
what should happen to those souls.

He thought,
he breathe deeply,
he took everything very seriously
and then took farewell
from the spiritual ghost.

Suddenly, the returning path
becomes so shortened,
after a few hours he arrived
at the flowing river’s bank
and surprisingly found
the one eyed helmsman is waiting for him.

Continued….

Gary used to
go to the nearby nursery
holding the hand
of his grandmother
(his mother died
while giving him birth),
and theireafter
his grandmother
became his mother
and seemingly, his father too
(as his father used to
work in a remote island
as a fisherman).

His father used to
visit him occasionally
because of the bond
in between them
(though his father got married
and have his step brother
and his step sister,
he learnt from reliable sources),
because they never met before.

His father, Kevin
liked him a lot and
came to visit him,
especially during the Christmas holidays
with a large number of gift items-
he could even
was not able to to count.

Continued….

(Pure fiction.
Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.)

Butterfly said by calling, O bumblebee,
Have you observed my colorful wings,
Yet you are so dear to the bard?

What a melody he has created for you,
I remained unseen-
As far as I fly across the sky.

The bumblebees said, by whisper,
My humming loudly penetrates to the soul.

In addition, eating my collected honey,
Everyone is happy, remain wonderful in heart and healing.

I appeal in the blue of pain
In the water of floating eyes,
Whom will speak from the heart
Everything failed.

When the shackles are broken
I didn't understand before,
Playhouse tied to the shore of the wreck
Looks a big helpless.

The flowers of backyard are falling
There is no one to lift,
Memories evoke all
So can't be forgotten.

Birds are flying in the blue of the sky
Go to any border, known, not-known
The shady tree is covered in darkness
Call by a gesture.

Say that the flute will sound
I was sitting and opening the fence
Noone didn't play the flute anymore.

I was waiting for listening to that tune
Thought in my heart
Anyone did not sing in tune anymore.

That says I will draw a picture
Caught paint and brush
But couldn't draw anymore.

That's the way it goes
I went out to the door
But couldn't cross the bridge.

I thought that I will paint the face
Since when did I dress up?
And couldn't no longer painted in spring color.

Two-legged human, colored lanterns
The mind cannot be understood
Suddenly rains, filled with darkness
Increases uneasiness.

Today this rhythm, tomorrow another rhythm
There is no end in those
What a trick, what an art
Remains much better in context.

Extends one leg, stops suddenly
Starts walking again
Perhaps held up, mud in front
Overwhelmed eyebrows.

When the day is over, work is finished
“I don't know you!”
Who the hell are you, on my path
Never saw you before!

(Continued from 2/9)

Gary's grandmother,
while walking along the half-paved way
towards the school and
coming back,
used to tell him
many ancient fables about the
prehistoric lighthouse.

She told him that
this light house is standing there
over more than many decades, and
not only it guided those lost sailors
during the old days,
but also
saved them in many occasions
by giving them shelter
during natural disasters, like
severe storms, hurricane and tidal waves.

To Gary,
the lighthouse became a symbol
of strength and coverage,
and at later stage
it also saved his life
at the right time,
at the right moment.

Continued….

Life is a boiled egg
does not have any leg,
If you keep it to rest
it cannot do at its best.

If it is kept out of the thought
certainly, soon enough
it will rot.

Life is a smuggled ship
sooner, or later
it will drawn into deep.

Hence, it is better
to keep it untouched,
And, think about the rest of the world
though bitterly scratched.

(Continued from 8/9)

The wicked witch feel hard,
her body become emotionless
by falling from the very high of
the lighthouse-
Gary observed
silently from the abyss.

Thus Gary remembered
all those fables from his
grandmother,
as the stories of his
entire life
passes by his eyes.

When he realized that
the wicked witch is no more,
he slowly climb down
the stairs,
and thanked
wholeheartedly,
the old lighthouse-
that saved him too
along with many many
other souls
throughout the century.

To Gary,
the old lighthouse
remains as the symbol of
courage, strength and
inspiration-
as he became old,
he used to tell these stories
to his grandchildren, and
his grandchildren would tell them to
their grandchildren,
while the old lighthouse
remains as the lone witness.

(End- shortened.)

Unknown guest standing at the door
Try to get her a sit,
Whatever is ready at home
Give them to her to eat.

It seems that it has been a long time
She has not eaten a good food,
What a compassionate face, wanting sight
I don't think there is any joy, there.

The heart is deeply scarred
Seeing her gloomy face,
What's the harm in trying
As if she gets some happiness, at least.

This side breaks, the other side builds
This is the game of the river.
In this game of breaking down and building
Running the life along within the days.

Those who live by the river
The world of many sacrifices is theirs.
Yet they fight
In this range of life.

In tune with the river
This is the game of life and death.
And, this game of breaking down and construction
Is running timeless.

Clouds of thought, increased emotions
Hearing of indifferent cries
On the shores of consciousness, just roaming around
Don't know who is who.

Oh the mind today, what are you dressed up
Whose heart are you tied to?
As neat as it is, as tight as it is
The desire just moves away.

At dusk, at dawn, remain immersed
Seeking for the drip
On the way it was late, just manipulation
Darkness enclave.

Tearful talk, leads to chest pain
Which is not understandable
Imaginary happiness, crying chest
That is what has been decorated.

Tacit, silent, calm
Midnight time
There is no response anywhere
Only sky is filled with stars.

Somewhere in the field
The foxes have called out
Suddenly the wind blows
The light of fireflies glow.

Birds fall asleep at all
With haphazard wings
Dreams come and go
In the courtyard of the heart.

Servant, Queen, King, Ace,
Who will surpass whom;
The world is a house of cards.

By breaking the bond of love,
The bird in the cage flew away;
Those who were yours own, later become strangers.

I could not match the calculations;
Now and then
when do the time
has gone away
did not think.

I did not learn to write words;
When I remember the words
I write them unheeding
meaning of those words
I did not see.

I did not find the road boundary;
By this way, that way
how many ways I have passed
the boundary of the route
I did not see.

Suddenly the farewell bell rang,
Who or what will be lost forever
Gave the advance message.

The eagle that flies alone in the sky,
Or the old vulture perched on a palm tree,
Or the memories arranged in the middle of the heart.

Standing in the shade of a tree,
The whole world revolved unexpectedly,
And according to Newton's third law-
Every action is like an equal and opposite reaction,
The activities shifted.

Suddenly again,
Wind, clouds, sunshine, rain, storm,
All the matches became one.
And standing at the crossroads,
The emaciated, hungry child cried and said:
"I want a handful of food!"

In the realm of life, it is difficult to understand, what is wrong, or what is right
Seems, there is no justice here, everything is controlled by the might.

The one, who has the power, greed for more superiority
Little cares about the rule, law, or the authority.

Whatever comes at the front, wants to grab, for his own
Nothing comes in between, a child, a youth, or a grown.

Profoundly reluctant to the path, yet need to be a pedestrian
Nobody knows, what will happen next, as an invisible custodian.

Every planet, secondary planet, stars in the universe
Whichever ones turn in their own orbits
It never happens without it
No one can go before or nobody after.

Everybody complied with a compulsive rule
Have their own way
That's the way each-other revolves by measuring their directions
Moves by a pointer.

The earth revolves around the sun
Year comes
The moon surrounds the earth
Month comes
The Earth revolves around her own orbit
Brings a new day.

This way time is tide up to its own time
Yet, the time is unlimited.

Row, row, oh helmsman
Towards the upstream of the river
Your heart is remaining there
To see someone ..

This quay and that quay of the river
Is your destination
Now it is the time to go home
Because the sun is going down.

Crossing the river so many times
You sing the song of life
No matter how rainy it is, how stormy
No matter whether there is the flood.

How much hope in the mind
When you row the boat
However, the days are all gone
And you cannot say about them.

Traveler missing the target
Turns out just gazing in the middle of the path
The frustration of not being able to find
Feel dreadful in the corner of the heart.

Looking for a insinuation of light
If seen anywhere
The whole time devotes on the way
So he rushes and rushes.

Someday, it will end
When and where no one knows, though
Absolutely maybe going to end, somewhere
That may be the last stoppage.

The river flows through the sea
Sometimes straight, sometimes bent
Does not know where to stop.

In the rainy season becomes inundated
This side, that side, both sides become flooded
Takes everything that it finds in front.

Flood floats village, villages
Goes down
How much of the way and area.

In summer it becomes thin
Some routes become inaccessible
The river is unique in the era of breaking and making
So on the pages of life
Remarks outstanding.

The baby swings in the mother's lap
Forget crying
The face is just like the moon
I looked up.

Only mother can understand
The language of a small child
Mother and baby’s love
Stuffed with affection.

Let mother and baby’ love
Be immortal
That compassion of the heart
Let's spread throughout the world.

Suddenly the light flashes in the central sky
With palpitating heart I listen to speech of someone
The appeal comes to go forward
Somehow from the very distant.

Exiting towards the path I proceed
Looking back from the first
This is a new feeling
Hope to find something.

Like the river, she has her way
Somewhere straight, somewhere bent
Likewise, when will life be at the termination
There will be the end of all the calculations.

"The pen is mightier than the sword", said Edward Bulwer-Lytton
He could not realize, what will happen to that meaning, while life goes on.

In the current society, nobody respects each other
They do not understand, what is the sense of living together.

Only the powerful are becoming the controller of the society
They think, they have become the deity.

There is a vast difference between the rich and the poor
When someone asks for help, they just shut the door.

What will happen to this, no one knows, where is the end
It is difficult to predict, where will reach this trend.

Finding this time, that time, fore time
Body and mind are tired
Seems it is worthless to find out
And the time is shortened.

Thoughtless thoughts
When it is monsoon, when it is drought
In such a crisis
The path is filled with ditches.

That way no longer
has any end
So, start again to find the way
whatever remained.

Two-legged human, colored lanterns
The mind cannot be understood
Suddenly rains, filled with darkness
Increases uneasiness.

Today this rhythm, tomorrow another rhythm
There is no end in those
What a trick, what an art
Remains much better in context.

Extends one leg, stops suddenly
Starts walking again
Perhaps *******, mud in front
Overwhelmed eyebrows.

When the day is over, work is finished
“I don't know you!”
Who the hell are you, on my path
Never saw you before!

When time is unlimited
When the path is motionless
Life is then stagnant
Then walking is ever-continuing.

When the answer to the question is inexpressive
When destination is purposeless
Attainment is then absent
Then dreams are at stake.

From when I am watching
The wrestling of Kane, Undertaker
Steve Austin and Goldberg.

There are also the boxing of the world famous
Mohammed Ali.

Who does not know the football game of Pele?
They were so shocking
The goal of Maradona still is the best.

Sachin Tendulkar's cricket game
Who does not remember
The storm of sixes of Chris Gayle
Everybody called it as the world record.

By doing so they are adorable
Their performances in the form
Will be remembered by everyone.

Seeing the sadness, the happiness go in seclusion
In the throes of life, in a cowardly manner, escape towards the back.

Who understands who’s pain, everything is in vain
However, encouraged by the moment, walk towards the facade.

Time-obsessed activities, put in the heart’s confinement
Chest torn in the convergence of consciousness, how to summon someone.

Who knows why the intention is not fulfilled, alas in this world
Whoever remains at very near, just goes away, goes away.

It is like surrendering to the life without any utterance
Deep in the heart surrounded by illusion, upholding the mirror of consciousness.

Heart’s harp harness from wire to wire
The tunes will remain fallen on the path
On the banks of the calm river
The tunes will remain fallen.

At this fair of laughter and criers
Life goes on in like a sport.

Sun-shadow on this day
Do not know the way back.

In this case, seek and try
Though times pass by
The songs will remain fallen.

Bored in the Autumn breeze
The songs will remain on the path
Mixed with deep sensation.

Down the memory lane,
Lots of attempts are there, but most of them are in vain.

Here goes, lots of cries,
However, there were many efforts, and many tries.

Life! It is like green pickles,
Hope, someday, someone will be able to unbind those shackles.

Day by day how much is the debt?
Remains unknown
Day by day how much water flowed in the river Jamuna?
Remains unknown.

On the pages of debit-credit
Then
Everything was wrong?

While doing the accounting
Got to see
Nothing is extraordinary.

Then this is how
Everything ends
There will be no more in hand
No relish will be there.

So sit at the end of day
On the sand bed
Life, such a treasure of accomplishment
Yet becomes instantaneous.

Floating in the stream of time, lost
My memories
I'm sitting on the sidewalk
By opening my eyes.

What was the hope when, I
Built the home?
Look around today
Dusty sand bed.

The mind cannot obey, so
I just hope
The time, flows
Floating in the whirlwind.

Coming to the junction of life
Calculating the availability, non-availability
The mind is upset
What did you want and what did you get?

Deep inside that pain
The frustration is all the time.

Hopes are devastated under the wheel of fortune
So life cries around
Receipt of seeking and non-seeking
Surrounded the courtyard of life.

Clouds of thought, increased emotions
Hearing of indifferent cries
On the shores of consciousness, just roaming around
Don't know who is who.

Oh the mind today, what are you dressed up
Whose heart are you tied to?
As neat as it is, as tight as it is
The desire just moves away.

At dusk, at dawn, remain immersed
Seeking for the drip
On the way it was late, just manipulation
Darkness enclave.

Tearful talk, leads to chest pain
Which is not understandable
Imaginary happiness, crying chest
That is what has been decorated.

Moon of the sky says, I have the light
The flame of the soil made lamp says, I have the light!
The burning candle says, I have the light
The glowing neon lamp says, I have the light!
The star wakes up and says, I have the light
The torch shouts and says, I have the light!
Firefly coughs and  says, I have the light
The sun smiles and says, everyone stay well.

Day after day
Time is endless
The way after the way
Path is endless.

Error after error
We have to live inside that
Month after month
Life seems to be a joke.

Pain after pain
No happiness there
Hurt after hurt
Just filled with sorrow.

Game after game
It's been around the whole day
Word after word
But can’t say it.

Night after night
There is no sleep in the eye
That's how it goes
The wheel of life.

Marked in diameter and radius, the identity of the circle
Short-lived bubbles merge, the decay of receipt.

The enigma covered by the riddle is the path of life
Movement with wide open heart, but the desire fails.

Fallen hope in the long run, I think it is the oasis
Chest filled with a momentary happiness and hesitation, what a salvation.

Going to reach the desired goal, I see an asphodel
In the midst of shattered success, seems some hidden curse.

When time has passed
Before anything can be found
When the target is lost
Before finding the right path, at the same cost.

Present and non-existent
Junctions are on the way
The ideas become gray
Not understood in any way.

In one of the juncture
Get out of the way again
What happens when nobody knows
Crossing this path in vain.

Swim through the entire life
Still standing on the sand bed
There was a lot of things to know
But it was not known in this small arena.

Life goes on in its own way
Which does not account where who losses or wins
This is how the ebb and tide runs
Throughout life.

Whatever supposed to be obtained was lost
Everything is for all of a sudden.

Past, present, future
All mixed together in a mess
In the expanse of the eternity
Find again and find again.

Getting the immediate
Have lost gone before long
Trying to find in hopeless mind
Here, there, in all the areas there.

Looking for this that has no end
When will the get together be broken
No one can ever predict
Just will remain the relish.

The way of life is unblinking
Does not know where it is started, where is the end
Just know, filled with running
The earth is filled with dots of time.

There may be borders, there maybe not
The limit may be seen, maybe there is none.

There is a desire to receive
But there is no time of availability
The way is full of fatigue
Which has no end.

Migratory birds fly
Stretching feathers in the air
Depart from the country to country
In winter, summer and rain.

They go from one country to another country
Away, far way along the horizon
In due time comes back again
They come back at home in that distant.

They know when and where to stop
They rightly know the path
They know when and where to return
When time come they come back to their own tree.

This is how the migratory birds
Fly around the earth in their own way
Through which sign they fly
As if the world in under their wings.

When there exists a huge gap
In between desire and reception
Then the stain will be cut in the heart.

In the pain of not matching the account
There is a cry in the heart.

In the direction of new day light
Start the new journey
With the new sensation in the spirit
Let us beat the drum.