Puspanjali Acharya's Marriage

Puspanjali Acharya was a candidate for my younger brother's marriage.Alas he could not like to have his marriage with her.I returned her photo with my as usual kind words.After some days she rang me and wanted to talk with me.IO just repeated my tone to keep her cool and optimist.but it began a relationship that continued so passionately that we could not stop or abandon.Today she marries.I was invited.Alas! I could not dare to go rather I sent a message writing- Dearest One! Excuse me.I fail to go as I cannot tolerate the departure.I cannot stop my tears.I cannot walk and lose my normalcy.Please leave me alone.My love and affection are the gifts on your marriage.'

Sadness

Sadness is same but the roots vary.The colour of sadness deepens differently on different occasions but the intensity is powered by the root.It pains me more when I feel I am not at all guilty rather misunderstood or a scapegoat I fail to tolerate the pain.What a bad life I have; I have been a scapegoat many a times till now.Often my placement gets misunderstood often my words and often the gathering where I stand or sit.I repent later but they have been there before I presume.I suffer,I suffer,I suffer.Is it true in everybody's life? Might be.

Surabhi

Of course, marriages are made in heaven and marriage is the greatest compromise on the earth still the surabhi of marriage binds man with it.It should bind otherwise how can the society survive.

Everywhere

Where is life if not here!

Her silvery skin spreads
with the morning sun
I inhale the scent of her nubile youth
in air
night falls like a cascade
of the braid of hair
she smiles on every flower.

History says
she is in every age;
she is,was not,is not,was.
No need to get and touch.
Reality invites her to my dream
and
dream is an entrance to my tomb.

Oh! I am happy everywhere
Was she or not
Is she or not
will she be or not .
I found her,find her,will find her

Golaka's Thought: The Jungle

Golaka's Thought: The Jungle

The Jungle

Through the jungle
light and shade
thorns and cozy leaves
the track runs.
Pebbles,you stumble
swampy you feel
cool breeze comes
wolves howl;
lions roar
owls hoot
tigers growl;I walk
amidst
pain and pleasure.
Night is fiery
days are lovely.
Seasons change
situations too.
Winter shivers
rain threatens
wind intolerable
still I walk.
A death echoes
'Life' audible;
I think to leave 'the world'
but never.
The track in the jungle
laughs at me
I fail to leave it
I live here
I live here and will live here.24-01-2011

The Earth

I am the earth
moving around the axis of problems
still
moving around you;my sun.

I have thorns on the way
hill-like problems;
and
ocean of tears in me.

I've an invisible path
dark portico-sky
milky way-thought and
star like friends making me look
look at you always.

Suffering

Suffering is that act which grows with time and consciousness.As you sharpen your conscience your heart throbs for everything you are aware of.That happens to me.I suffer desperately for a lot of things.

A Gap

Water stopped somewhere
at some point of the river;
a passion
running like a pony;
playing like a squirrel
a fierce sun behind the leaves
the faint light intrudes
to touch the ground.

Somewhere i stand
before twenty years
somewhere you, now
so careless like cloud
bothering little for the farmer.04-01-2011( Seeing a little girl often known in childhood but still a child who has forgotten all that I have written this poem.)