It’s being a star

wrapped under daylight,

or being a taro leaf

letting go all water droplets

of worldliness gracefully,

or maybe it’s a voice

against the tyrant who,

“…when cried the little children died in the street*”

*Epitaph on a Tyrant by W.H. Auden




Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Human @ Poets United




I lust

for the cluster of luscious words


from this vine of life-

a little

beyond my reach-

I shall wear myself out

to leap at them-

let me fall short a million times-

I will not forsake this vine

and live close to it

till the day

they fall on their own

into my soul-



Posted for my prompt Lust @ Poets United Midweek Motif

Life Lessons


“All existence across space and time is considered as the same Oneness (Monism)”— Advaita Vedanta



You are the chosen one

to have come across the truth

what lies before you

is nothing but God-

He/She/It whatever be there

is God:

this sunrise today or the sundown

is That Being-

this warm breakfast, the plate, the eater

is That Being-

word-both holy and cuss is nothing

but That Being-

you want to touch Him/ Her/ It?

Go to an orchard-

feel Him under your feet as soil, grass, granules-

hold the freshly plucked red pomegranate

cut it open-

(He/ She/ It is the knife too)

feel how That Being has hidden Self

in each soft red pulp

only to be in your mouth

or in the mouths of other beings

out of love

to appease great hunger-


He/ She/ It

Is the poem, the poet and the reader too…….


Posted for Poetics: Life Lessons @ dVerse hosted by Mish

Poetic Justice


We are the people of Stupidity Street*

for us remains: a blind sky

a blanket of rheumy air

a few dead sparrows

a scarecrow in a desert

and sighs

of poets

*I used the title ‘Stupidity Street’ of Ralph Hodgson’s poem here.

(an old poem I chose to post today)

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

My Lone Hibiscus Tree



I have never seen such a merry shrub like my lone hibiscus. Always blowing saffron trumpets in mirth. Only a couple of days ago my tree winked at me with a radiant, crimson hibiscus, looking like the rising sun among all its saffron siblings. Come sunshine or rain she is never without her natural glee. At night she crowns herself with swarms of fireflies. In monsoon she is a citadel to the garrison of snails. May be they visit to make a meal of leaves which she provides with her leafy levity. She is a home to a chameleon couple too who often give me angry looks with their rotating, protruding eyes probably because unable to manage my size with their long, extensible tongue.


A few years back, when my home was not as empty as it is now my tree surprised me with a bird’s happy nest with fledglings and their busy parents.


My summer room

Has clammy days, fragrant nights

And sporadic storms



Posted for my prompt ~ A Tribute Poem @ Poets United Midweek Motif

Happiness Is A Doyel Bird



My skin almost melted

my nostrils burnt

my soul was a withered flower

lying about the dusty, parched

and gasping earth-

for a cool breath of miracle-

that comes down

from the sky-

it came yesterday-

along with it

came Happiness

in the form of a Doyel*

sitting on the grill

it whistled-

filling me with blessings-

I became the rolling clouds

I became the falling rain

I became a thousand leaves

and let drip these drops of grace

like Kisame**



*A Bengali word for Oriental Magpie Robin

**‘Kisame’ refers to rain that drips from leaves. Just learnt this Japanese word from fellow poet Toni Spencer and used it.



Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ HappinessSusan’s Midweek Motif ~ Happiness @ Poets United



Water is to remain

in the lines

of Basho:

Old pond / frogs jumped in / sound of water

while we all will be


and wood hard;

this planet

won’t even cough out a drop

while water will flow

in the pages of poets

though there would be none

to read Emily: Water is taught by thirst-


I can see the invisible marchers

with flags of yellow sand

blowing in fiery wind

slowly and surely

coming upon us-


Posted for my prompt Water @ Poets United Midweek Motif