Friday, January 19, 2007 by Indrajit

Open The Door , MaMa--

Open the door, Mama, your son is back home,
After aeons of nights, after many places he roam..
here he is, wearied of roads, turvy and wicked--
Back home,to where he belongs, -
to his Mama's bosom sacred.

Open the door Mama, to see your son has grown,
quiter, richer,he's become.seldom he'd frown.
colours of love , wisdom--your clown has gain.
your whimsy rebel, is today becomingly Sane..

Open the doors , Mama, check your gifts, wont you?
Your Moron waits to see, adore and look into The Eyes too.
Patient I become, groping for your gifts,
Mama, it took time...
Undiluted love is there Mama, so what if it
costs only a dime !!

Open the door Mama, for me you were Born,
"Mom"--you were only called,
when I ushered to the first ray of dawn..
Pains I enshrouded, you forgave them all--
Why you wear A Silence garb, then,
Hearing your son's call???

Open the door Mama,
let me see you and die,
and lemme see your tears
one last time, --as we both cry------

And I'll rub all your tears while I go to SLeep,
while you caress my heart with your words
soulful, comely, sonorous and Deeep..

Open the door Mama, embrace me in Your light,
From Worldly Blacks,,
back to your womb----to your sweetest sight..

Indrajit Ghosal----
for one of my Mamas
copyright(c)2007 indrajit ghosal

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Monday, January 1, 2007 by Indrajit

The Unfelt Bliss.

Another Year beckons, where are you?
The Bard's ballads, his season of springs-
Moments I lived with you, are
the Moments gone I knew..
I still wait for you , can you hear the bell,
tracing to those days, still rings.

'Clinging to the by-gone days'-- they say
' is a stroke of compulsive lunacy'.
'Why,then o Bard, waste thy life
cribbing on futile thoughts,
and painful indolency'.

"Leave me to my own state,
I pleaded , to cease their 'naysay'.
"Waste isn't my Life since the time,
When You, my Dear,
to my heart, chiselled your way".

"As I visioned God, a mortal wouldn't see,
A new life dawned then,
a new vista glared with glee.
You remain elusive today, but please -
Abide With Me,
be in my heart Sweetheart, and let the glooms--
hide in your pristine sea".

"Doomsayers----God bless them, they know not
what 'Divine Love' is-
Intoxicated, let me be, -in you, with you,
as I can feel The unfelt Bliss".

Indrajit Ghosal.
copyright(c)2007 indrajit ghosal

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