POEM

It’s been quite a while I stopped writing poems
No reason, can’t even give an excuse
Yet, I ceased to write poems.
Never realized, not even noticed

The route was beautiful,
On one side was the gentle Ganga and
on the other the exotic forest
in between were two complete strangers

The carpet of fallen leaves;
The canopy of the shady grove of trees;
The refreshing wind from the pond gushes in—–
Drenching one in its sweet kisses of cold shower

The setting sun still glitters
making a panorama of colours
in the western sky,
the river smiles
at the scintillating reflections
on it’s waters,

May be the conflict began
When we conquered the beasts
Or the moment we lit the fire
Owning the darkest nights
The spears thrown at our prey
Turned towards our own brethren
Our differences deepen

You were so beautiful to me
when I first climbed down that bus,
which brought me from the hustle bustle
to the land of “Char Dham”…

I want to fly
like the birds
as freely as they do –
by stretching my wings wide.
Like the humming birds,

The Rainbow Translated by: Amlandeep Das Original poem : Parthasarathi Mahanta “You will listen to what I say You will

Fireflies,
shining bright in their
bioluminescence frocks
blinking here & there

It was dawn,
or midnight
I dreamed of us…..