To LOVE, With Love

All these years, I carved myself to perfection. I chiseled and sharpened my soul to be deserving of you. Of your profound love. Profound in its multi-polarity, in its infinite multi-dimensions. Fervent in its divinity. Love that is esoteric and enigmatic.

My yester years provided me with the incubation that crafted me with pain and solitude. I endured it all in anticipation of your sacred chalice. My stars have counted every moment of this interlude. The wait is over finally. I can feel the music play in full throttle now. I kissed my alignment with your entity to be ONE.

Lend your ears to the universe that rejoices our unification. Smolders and stars sprinkle flames in union. The sun kisses his newly wed moon. Scattered showers of their warmth pour on us. The celestial orbits come close with magnified gravity.

God's children are in harmony at last.

Yuletide of Love

I spent all these years carving myself to perfection. I chiseled and sharpened my soul to be deserving of you. Of your profound love. Profound in its multi-polarity, in its infinite multi-dimensions. Profound in its divinity. Love that is esoteric and enigmatic.


My yester years provided me with the incubation that crafted me with pain and solitude. I endured it all in anticipation of your sacred chalice. My stars have counted every moment of this interlude. The wait is over finally. I can feel the music play in full throttle now. I kissed my alignment with your entity to be ONE.


Lend your ears to the universe that rejoices our unification. Smolders and stars sprinkle flames in union. The sun kisses his newly wed moon. Scattered showers of their warmth pour on us. The celestial orbits come close with magnified gravity.


God's children are in harmony at last.


Merry Christmas Love.

Letter

This is an exchange of messages between me and a writer-brother; what came out of the exchanges was something close to poetic (I think!). One version is not a translation of the other. But each paragraph is connected to the previous by some key words/ ideas.

The English is my version and Bengali, his.

Hope you enjoy the read.
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As the night unfolds its wings,
noises get louder.
Noises....
Inside....
And out!

ar jawto raat khole tar rup
keu dyakhar nei bole rag kore
jaabaar aage ga thele deke diye jaay
uthe dekhi bohujug baade shiyorpaashe
tomaar raater chithi

A letter with barely any letter ....
Acknowledging the unspeakable,
unwritable letters
Of the soon-to-leave night!

jey tomar chithi
vorer sharat shiuli
hoye jhawre
hoye jhawre
choitrer ghumheenotaay
aytodin baade sahosa
tomar chithi pore abaak
notun notun belful

Flowers write what letters can't.
Fragrance overpowers language.
Withering buds bid humble adieu
To Spring's wilderness
Lonesome iotas of dews await
The birth of yet another Summer.

Make the world a better place to live in

Have you ever loved anyone so much that it hurts?

Have you ever loved anyone so intensely that you can't contain yourself?

Have you ever been loved so deeply that you can't take it further?

Have you ever loved so fiercely that the greatest distortions seemed the silliest affairs?

Have you ever loved so vehemently that your blood froze at one sight of her moist eyes?

Have you ever loved anyone so passionately that you could see the sun rise and set in her eyes?

Have you ever been loved so profoundly that it put the rockiest seas to rest in your eyes?

Have you ever loved anyone so acutely that you could smell the chill of the Himalayas in her breath?

Have you ever loved so painfully that you could sense the seas uproar in your veins at her sight?

Have you ever been loved with such impassion that you touched HIS feet?

Have you ever loved so frenziedly that you could see the almighty?

Love,
My dear
Love.
It's all we have
It's all we can offer
It's all we can return
To restore
The creator
To restitute
The Creations.

-DEBARATI ROY

P.S. 'All we need is love' by John Lennon inspired me to pen down these lines.

This poem wasn't written with any craftsmanship in mind, nor did I write it to be critically analysed ( in most cases I expect critical analysis of my work, though).

I poured out these words just to share how exactly I have perceived and felt the greatest feeling possible. Yes, I have cried vigorously, not because I was upset but because I couldn't contain my love further.

In this smog-covered world, 'all we need is love' to remove the sooty clouds and make room for compassion, to be so loving that you could forgive your staunchest enemy; rekindle love in his/her heart since they need it the most.

I hereby, invite you all, to share your feelings/ experiences and above all--- unite through love.

Airport

Multinational people. Flashy clothes. Painted faces. Pulsating emotions. Smiles stretched from one ear to the other. Incessant waves of hands. Incomprehensible murmurs. Long and tight hugs. Mountains of luggage dragged on wheels. Promises of return- early or fake. 

An airport has it all and more!

A labyrinth of colours, 

Of etiquettes

Of seasonal  joys and laughters

Trapped between 

The lines beneath

And the lines above

Caught in perdurable stretches

Of knightly clouds!