The Nation that you are, or have become….
The Nation that you are, or have become….
The Nation that you are, or have become….
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~
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…
Between the Mundane and Magic~
Between the mundane and the magic
We float
You and I
Tangerine Moon~ My tangerine love shines through
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.
Nature`s Way~ For those of us who dream of going off to the greens, and yet find it impossible to let go of the hustle of city life, for those who do not have the mindspace or time to potter with plants, while longing for a garden ,for those who just don’t have a green thumb but adore plants, there is a ready made solution.
The Festival of Lights~Burn Burn Burn
Into incandescence
Into Passion
That fires love
And light
A Romance Called Rajasthan~Udaipur, transports you to a feeling of being a part of history afloat on the lakes .
Vibrant yet soft
Beautiful yet strong
This city wears a dream like look.
But even as dreamy as it appears this City is mighty.