"gourab" poems
An wholesome package
A son
A brother
A student
A husband
A brother-in-law
A father
A philosopher
A man of letters
By gender masculine
By profession he's dependent on others
Ultimately a failure personality
Having three sons
Two eligible & one minor
When he's on deathbed
The elder took care of him
So,what about the other?
The other's also almost as his father
A son
A brother
A student
A lover
A philosopher
A man of letters
By gender masculine
" profession Writer
Having a creative mind
Has lot of compositions
Dream to be a Nobel-Laureate
Who's he?
The ill-fated son is named
Gourab Banerjee-Written on 30.10.2012
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
Seldom, that our society releases
Cares to evoke the trauma
Agony and pain, the members undergo
Dignity of their innate feelings remains unnoticed
ridicules and abuses of the sidelined community
Treated as untouchables,
Life passes through humiliation
Revenge what at all grows
Hardly they love
With their battered minds
Hair growth is prominent
a feminine male
Claps not at all appreciates
Voice that hoars
differ from the stereotype
Pronounced as 'Hizra'
Hopeless with their genital
Infertile is what left behind
***** is sore
struggle for survival
Habituated with the wilderness
Embraced the culture
Deviated their thoughts
Fear is what all pays
Takes the trick
Makes a move
Snatches a penny in a forcible manner
Sympathy could be shown
moral failure lies in the society's unwillingness
a mindset which
we have to change.
©Gourab Mukherjee'
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Let the desert awakened
At the seashore
Life on memoirs.
Original composition by Ratna Ghosh
rendered into English by Me(Gourab Banerjee)
মরুভূমি জেগে থাকে সমুদ্রতটে
জীবন স্মৃতিভূমে ।
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
The lady sets her eye on a kaleidoscope
To travel from her unsettled past
She hears the world with lots of hope
Got her eyes painted with lust
Lips demonstrated the passion of love
Ear rings charmed like a windchime
***** tortured mentally deviated
Craved her revenge on a porcelain wall
Sets her rage through a molten peace
Hangs around a grape vine
To rescue her emotions
Voice ego spirit was high
Like the mountains in the dark sky
Moon was her name
The chaos got ashamed
Waited in the midnight
To trail
Chased the meddler
Beneath the Holy bell
Cried out 'Oh Lord'
Serve me justice
On my divine soul
Gourab
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
Neither I had respect for them
hardly I knew what were they
Breached my concerned motivation
Ultimate freedom from eternal salvation
I opposed it day by day
It still finds me in a new way
I hardly remember that lady
who passed me a disease to smoke daily
Curiosity what at all pays
The green leaves forever stays
It was a surpassed obligation
I tried to survive through meditation
Purely surprised with the effect of unknown potion
People call it "HALLUCINATION"
Being a stranger to myself
Hardly I opposed for a help
Meddler was the "MARIJUANA"
through which I attained 'Nirvana'
Suddenly after a strong realization
Succumb to temptation
Found a heavy drift towards it
Literally transformed into a revived kid
Found myself a vagary
With no sweet in this new jaggery
Lame with the new thoughts
And, still carrying on...
Gourab
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
Just a tribute to serve
The years that I have spent ,
those were all kept on rent.
The lives as I have seen,
He is not just a martyr I ever dream.
His art what you see ,
its just a heaven above the tree.
Like the melody of a sweet child He cries,
nor for love just for peace, He tries.
Imagine what all He says,
when living for today has no space.
When you think your life has been torn
Just remember there’s a man to follow
whose name is John Lennon!
– Gourab Mukherjee
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
Last two days
I passed scrolling your previous messages
Walking through down memory lane
Questioned even all the stone chips
Lying on the path
Did you see her?
But they all nod their head
But I step ahead
Until the Sun sets
Until I heard the voice
I'm with you Gourab
I love You
And then I also reply
I love you too My Heart
I lOve you Lot
Happy Valentines Day......
Sweetheart
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
Dear God,
Why did you create us?
Yet now,I can't make it out!
But,the quest is can't you see?
What mischief your spouse doing here?
So,how you can be neutral?
What's the reason you bear all these?
My elders said that you're very powerful
There's no limit of your power
So,why don't you punish these stupids?
Why don't you reply?
Are you deaf or a dumb?
I see
Ya,I can make it
Actually,you're nothing but a imagination
As a creative writer
Create characters as per requirement
You're also just a comic character
Having no existence in reality
Till moment;I'm silly,stupid,innocent
But,not more
Now,I'll be too as you're
No comments,no controversies,no cacaos
Then only can be happy forever as you're
Thanks for such a great lesson
Sorry,for the initial misunderstanding
You're really great....
With best regards from,
One of your innumerable spouse
Gourab Banerjee
Written on 21.07.2012,Saturday
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC