Friday, January 30, 2015

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!

Saturday, November 15, 2014

In the Quest Of Love and Peace

You keep returning
Like an almost extinguished flame.
You lit me up.
Ablaze-
The black hole flickers in my womb,
Before erupting.


My lips part
Blow you in smoke.
The veins soothe
As their shadows rest in my eyes
To come back into life
There
Right there
Where
You reside
O Flame!

Prayers and cries
Blend
Consummate
Conjugate
To give you a thorny glow.

An incandescence par brilliance
Gallops through an unending tunnel:
Green springs to life
A poet is born.

Fumes germinate in your seeds,
Sprouting love
You pollinate my civilisation.

Your serenity ripples through an ocean of clouds
As the planets wait,
Around a ghastly bonfire,
With bated breath.

My love,
You breathe
Meaning into meaninglessness.
You make every chaos strike a balance
You bridge the seas with care
Guarding Moses' trails.

Every cell of this universe
Every wave of the ocean
Every bed of pearls and corals
Every successive phase of consciousness-
Lose their names and forms.
Arrivals and departures
Dissolve
In the untorn cord of the womb
As you realise your immortality
In harmony
In synthesis
In love.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Finally, I rest on my laurels

Scared of death all my life, for the first time I have geared up the courage to face it and accept it from the front. I have learned to believe that souls never die. They just shed their adult body to move on to another lifetime, which we call death.

 Our life is much more than just living. We learn to be patient, to trust, to forgive, to love, to accept, to shed off jealousy, disbelief, resistance, lust and greed and finally cleanse our souls in the 'space between lives'...

 ...A knowledge as profound as it can be and more than that. 

 My anxieties, panic attacks and fear have finally started to cease. The new insight into life and lifetimes helped me stand my ground, though bruised nad battered at times, but triumphant always!

Today I can forgive all of them who have hurt, sometimes beyond my limits of endurance too. I can be patient when things go downhill. I can love unconditionally.

And most significantly, I am not disquieted by death anymore.

I knew it to be the biggest truth of life but found it hard-bitten to accept.

 But not anymore. I am not hard up any longer for courage and vigour. I know the key.

ROOTLESS: The man who traded his soul

 
Meandering clouds, undulating-
Volcanoes...
Through a streamlined city.
 
 
Hive of memories, packed tight-
Seethes
Caught in a web.
 
 
Scarred and shrivelled clouds, long unattended guests-
Writhes
In your muddy lungs that stink.
 
 
An enticing river, moaning-
Incubates
Within your brain, a host of angels.
 
 
A monstrous armour, camouflage-
Swallows up
The existence of your soul.
 
 
Cradled in evil, a visionary pauper
Smokes up
An avalanche of dreams.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

MOON


She glides through the womb of clouds
Plays hide and seek
with tonight's mother
 Her halo ramifies
Blurs the expanse of sky.

The earth- a silent observer
Bows down
In awe for the reverend.


The cool breeze blows over my face
Prepares this mortal
To witness
The birth
Of universe's child.


Above
In the ocean of space
The progenitor disperses
Making room
for the illuminator.


My moon.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

PATNA DIARY

A thick blanket of heavy cloud hangs, as if enveloping the entire runway. Stars like lights, inside and outside the aircraft. A stretch of yellow line on the flight strip separates the zones of airlines, as if different solar systems orbiting within their confines.

As the plane takes off and I get elevated to God’s kingdom, the earthly clouds, which the blades of the plane slice through, the stars and their abode, seem to have exchanged places with my city beneath. A cluster of lights.Of stars.

The journey that I am making now, made last week and will be making for the following few weeks, is not merely professional. For me, this terse absence from my city of joy, from the people I know, is a magic potion that aids me to take refuge in a faraway city among unfamiliar people. It is an elixir that heals my antsy mind. The bud within opens up into full bloom. This journey is not just an evasion from the city but a serendipitous encounter with my lost self, an opportunity to regurgitate.
It’s been long since I have heard my voice. My inner voice. The relentless cacophony around have long deafened, dumbed and blinded my senses.

When I am on the clouds, fetid vapours emit from a smoked up heart. They hang in front, clouding my eyes; their claws intertwining with those of the sooty clouds outside, till I have been completely enshrouded and ingurgitated and devoured.

Moments pass by. Moments, dragged beyond a clock’s ability, fleet away. I open my eyes. To a new world. Ahead. A sunnier world.

And lo! When the clock strikes seven on the dial, the sky bifurcates- the sun on my left, yellowing its share of the skyspace and the moon on my right, scattering its pearls around. A divine sight that no god-forsaken mortal could witness.

No solar system, no milky way could rear a groom more powerful than the sun and a bride more angelic than the moon. The knightly clouds stand as guards of honour as the groom kisses the bride. The sparks from the constellations echo through the universe, ricocheting in countless milky ways. The newlyweds consummate as the infinitesimal world snows under the trivialities of life.

But this lonely wanderer, stand the sole witness to a celestial conjugation, the thirst of my eyes quenched.

As I spread my vision across the unending expanse, I find the vapour missing, the sooty smoke absent and my vision clearer than never before.

My watch says one hour twenty five minutes since boarding, that is twenty five minutes since the starry wedding and here I am, on the runway of Patna airport.


A fuller, more content Debarati, signing off.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Madness

Inexplicable
my feelings;

Unfathomable
my love;

The pain of a throb
hearts the rip apart;

A life
unthinkable to traverse
without
overstepping
the footsteps
of one's own 
oneself;

A madness
deluges;

A wait
infinite;

An adrenaline
veins through,
scathes.

'Madness in the brain is caused by infinity in the heart'.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Naked Dreams: DELUSION

Naked Dreams: DELUSION

DELUSION

Funny

When people err

And

Oblige you

With

Their

Greatness.

REFLECTION

Labyrinthine ideas

Eluding images

Awaiting thoughts

Surreptitious

Me-a shuttlecock.

OBSESSION

Gurgling images

Thoughts-a waterfall

Honking

Of a blurry stream of consciousness

A silent obsession

I born.

THE BRAIN

Pause

Pose

O controlador
The invincible lynchpin
Of life

Flaunt
Your indomitable power

The shutterbugs
are ready.

GOD'S WIT

Clothesline
hung
on
lifeline

Rain,
pierce
my sky

O this insane
Adonai's
turmoils
inside out.

DEFEASANCE

She wanted to see the green leaves on the home-side tree all throughout the year

Through all her life.

This has been her only source of strength

Her reflection.

At every daybreak 

She would look out of her bedroom window 

To restore the serenity of her conscience.

They were, satiating her desire, 

All these decades, 

Prior to this.

She dashed to her old friend, the bright green life bearers

When she awakened this morning

But the leaves had turned yellow

Sordid 

Soiled 

Devoid of life

Her life

Destitute of everything she stood for...

And she knew it was time

Time for her perennial and irremediable perdition!


DUEL

Meaningfulness and meaninglessness

Play a pitched battle

Of harmony.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Silence

Silent
I remain

You
complain
noisily

through
your
reticence.

I am.

I walk

on stormy seas

I stand

on top of the world

I glide

through pitted skies

I shake

volcanoes to the core

I know

therefore

I am.

Duel

Meaningfulness and meaninglessness

play a pitched battle

of harmony.

Obsession

Gurgling images.

Thoughts - a waterfall

honking

of a blurry stream of consciousness.

A silent obsession

is born.