Reliving History at Barrackpore
Reliving History at Barrackpore~
About 30 kilometres away from Kolkata lies Barrackpore.
Very much a part of our everyday lives., just another suburban town it seems
But Barrackpore breathes history.
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The Nation that you are, or have become….
The Nation that you are, or have become….
Synthesis
Red on your hands
Red in your heart
Red, screaming Red
Red sprouting Red.
And this confounding Red
Reeking of blood , gore, war
Reeking of unbridled power
Reeking of unleashed atrocity
Also heals…
and flows in our veins
as love and life,
Alas this confounding Red
How long must we swing
from this to the other end
Between love and war
between thesis and antithesis
Never quite getting the synthesis…
Centuries flow
Isms grow, rot, change into
Blood red
Bruised Purple
Iced blue
Furious orange
and Red again
Swinging, forever, the pendulum…
In this game of life, strife, love
Red roses, crushed petals, crimson wine
Overflow, one into the other…
The Dialectics continue
Thesis to Antithesis
The Isms at War
But the Synthesis
The quintessential synthesis
To Humanism
To Peace
To Balance
Alas, remains an ephemeral dream
A mirage that keeps moving away
The love story that never settles…
And yet we Chase it,
Through the prism of isms,
Through Blood and Rose,
Through Human Timelessness.
Notes : My poem on Valentines Day for the love of Humanism
Picture from Internet
A Beauty called Coochbehar
A Beauty called Coochbehar~
Of ancient cities and timeless traditions
Of gentle weaves and mellow sunsets
Of wired fences cutting through common grounds
Of sweetmeats and sweeter people
And paddy fields that embrace two nations..
The Romance of a bygone era sweeps through
A forgotten trail
Of living past
Glimpses into a soul in slumber
Dreamlike beauty
So real…
With Words
With Words~
These days
My words stretch out to you
With a touch of tenderness
That often bubbles
In the cauldron of emotions…
Shakti
Shakti~
And Shakti can only be
Felt within oneself
Peace
Peace~
Peace
Hangs suspended on a thread
Swinging like a pendulum
From one side to another
Between the Mundane and Magic
Between the Mundane and Magic~
Between the mundane and the magic
We float
You and I
Tangerine Moon
Tangerine Moon~ My tangerine love shines through
Kolkata Cocktail~ Looking Back on the Journey
Kolkata Cocktail~ Looking Back on the Journey~ For the last two years, Kolkata Cocktail has gripped us.
We seem to be in its loving embrace..
As if uncannily and unknowingly this poetry film has become a character in our lives.
A character, we built from scratch.