Reaching this bend in the road and
looking back, it's hard to see where
I've been or going. With no hesitation
felt, continuing on is all that matters
and all that remains.

Our journeys never really end, even
death is but another bend in the road.

Transcending the burden of breast
The Heart flexes its fire
Igniting the primal engine
With a sibylline blaze
Pistons of arcane knowledge
Nestled in cylinders of inner self
Pumping juices of rare reality
Into climate of cranium
Potentializing the Psyche
Eclipsing cerebral light of identity
Emotions flow in radical form
Corking up Ego's roar
To lay out a mechanized equilibrium
Where the Self participates
In supernal dance
And rewrites the purpose of existence.

Daystar you are too faraway
From my space
Stir up your stellar core
And with a magnetic shift
Bypass the laws of Universe
And come closer to my heat
To give me a lift of spirit
You are not deaf, nor dumb, nor mute
Contrary to unpoetic attitude
Pay heed to a creature of your dust
To my unwavering trust
In your revolutionary engine
I empathize with your concerns
Of descending the cosmic ladder
When your rays may stunt matter
Or leaving your galaxy in a tide
Where other stars may go wild
Or flat out incinerate our joints
Which form euphoric feelings
Appreciating your altitude
But if you do a magic trick
Displacing the Space with a kick
Easing the Time with a wink
You be in my vicinity
And I can breathe your air of divinity
Then together we shall impress
The fixed flocks of Universe
With your range of wondrous powers
And my share of creative hours
We will transform your System
Into a celestial Dance Hall
Where Mercury and Venus
Be breakdancing
Earth and Moon be waltzing
Jupiter and Mars shall tango
Saturn and Uranus would mambo
Pluto and Neptune be tap dancing
My beloved Sun do you think
I'm overly imaginative
Or just plumb crazy
Let me know
By sending a ray of fancy kiss
Or a ray of fiery blessing.

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!