"Eternal Sonatas..."

It's You I feel.....

2011-06-26T01:57:00.001+05:30

My petals of love remain strewn still,

A heartbeat worth oceans roar, reel,

Every word in the air storms past, unhealed.

& I wait & I wander & it’s You i feel.

Dreams infinite peel off one by one

It’s Guardian- the lonely nights,

Who, to your pruned Meadows, take flight

I sleepwalk images & it’s You i feel.

Indrajit G

Prelude - Before I Die

2011-05-11T04:12:00.002+05:30

Haste not, for the time is still,
the moment will touch & go,
I can feel, oh! I can see-
Windchimes in the sunset glow.

There's a distant shell in the sea,
Bring it on, Let me listen to-
her footsteps & her fragrant breathe
before the tides disrupt the show.

Blow me over breeze so swift & insane,
that balms the pits of my pain,
& before the tempest erupts again,
Let me be! O just let me be!

Indrajit Ghoshal- May 2011

Fear...

2010-03-18T23:29:00.001+05:30

A sudden fear gripped,

paralysed me, like one crippled evening

betrayed by a whimsical night.

Darkness came later,

thus,the evening was set free.

My fear now awaits the Light.

Indrajit G.

Travelogue- A Poem

2010-03-03T22:33:00.001+05:30

I followed the trails of mine, left behind long,
I strolled backwards to the lost far-flung song,
I skipped, I hopped and groped towards those lanes,
Time, whose Elegy wrote, in haunting fragrance.

I stopped over to the times of Abandon,
I felt the rain, touched the ground. O Heaven!
I ran asunder the backbenchers den,
I cried tears of joy, the void inflicted pain.

Nostalgic me then ran behind further,
'Furtive glances, hush! O Granny's hither! '
Umpteenth forgiveness pleaded one more time,
Her child hugged her wrapped in her timeless rhyme.

Then the World turned misty and quietude prevailed,
Sacred beads of heartstrings love-attached laid,
Two lives in secrecy conspired in unison,
A mother awaited, with her son to be born.

Indrajit Ghosal

Bato....

2010-02-21T20:01:00.000+05:30

Wo aankhen bujh gaye us din..
tasvir me jo aaj bhi khuli hui hai...

Ek hansi ruthi hui baithi hai..
Wahan kone me fir kaun hans rha hai...?

Wo saanse chalee gaye..
wo sapne hai jo jaati hi nehi...

Na jaane kis roshni ki aur tum chal diye..
Andheron me Yaadein tumhari fir kyo hai...?

Un sab mausam ko roka hai maine,
Pasine se saji,hari ghason ke tale..

Dopaharon ko aaj tum nehi aaoge,
wo khel beech me hi adhura reh gya tha..

Happy birthday Bato and rest in peace.

Was it......

2010-02-02T23:37:00.000+05:30

Was it the playful breeze
placid that whispered within?
Or was that you rhyming
a Sonnet of love that has been?

Was it the Sun over me
radiant glowed and shone?
Or was it a beaming hue
of specks of time that had flown?

Was it my Epitaph
scribed in colors of rainbow?
Or was it a timeless shrine
of love, that touched and did go?

Indrajit G.

Paperboat

2010-01-26T22:08:00.002+05:30

My paperboat has set sail,
roughing the storms and tumbles,
hinder not it's way tonight,
It's sailing , far from shambles.

The spirited wind cries hoarse,
Rain patters unfriendly guise,
Up and down and through the town,
My paperboat sways and rise.

Make way for it's fate tonight,
It sails past infinity.
Bearing the mast of victory -
to carve a mark in Eternity.

I.G.

The circle of life.

2010-01-22T23:57:00.001+05:30

Time just fades to the next tide,
seconds transit to make an hour,
another breathe melts with the dark,
the circle of life goes on.

A passage of life from innocence,
Thames flows to the song of youth,
Return to the wombs would Thames one day,
the circle of life then would resume again.

Indrajit G.

And why...

2010-01-17T11:49:00.001+05:30

And why am I in the race?
Where did I fall behind?
No perspective, no say,
why I see the falling blinds.... falling and falling and falling?

When did the world left me?
Why don't I find a soul fonder.....
to sleep me through the rough tides?
and wake me with the kiss of life....deeper and deeper and further?

Where did my palace disappear?
Or is it the fog's treason....
veiling the palace like one erstwhile love...
buried snowdeep, going, going and .... gone?

P.s - Just an imagination. The snow would give way to the light.AMEN.
I.G

Norma Jean

2010-01-11T22:52:00.004+05:30

Ages roll in specks of dream,
sometimes dust, sometimes mellow green,
Open eyes despair for a fleeting glance,
Closed eyes discover you Norma Jean.....

The drapes and the wind rage a war,
the mightier shall arise to win,
Fickle rays when stream to the heart,
There, from my window, I see Norma Jean...

In the kohl of the twilights I gaze,
in every glisten of rain I've been,
Hidden in my heart's promenade,
why then I seek you Norma Jean?

Nights paved way to midnights,
and midnights turned to morning's sheen.
An erstwhile sailor clings to live and laugh
with you my love, my Norma Jean.....

Indrajit Ghosal

My Ghobchu writes.........

2010-01-10T13:36:00.004+05:30

So do you miss calling me...
Running to the bricks and stone,
‘Ghobchu, come quick, it’s cold here,’
In wee hours, as cold waves moan?
I would follow, run past you,
Leading you inside your place,
My comfy home awaited,
To your legs, I buried my face.

So do you miss my breathe tonight..,
insecure quaking of my heartbeats?
‘you are strong, my fighter you are’,
You uttered as you missed few beats.
Layers of clothes over me,
I remained cuddled in your arms,
You put me inside my room,
Came every sec I raised alarms.

So do you miss my spirits,
Undoing your hurdles everytime?
‘this time I restrict your space’
Your prophecy failed, I cared a dime.
Everywhere I poohed and peed,
I was beyond your confines,
A tired you moped day and night
I knew you loved me oh! So deep.

So do you miss me banging ...
at your doors till you open?
‘ his inner strengths makes him bear’
You mused ‘ winters took his bros’.
You would never know I called,
Like I did in wee hours,
I took your love with me dear,
When it did me in- stern winters.

Stillborn.....

2010-01-06T00:47:00.001+05:30

Beyond the hills and through the dales,
there floats the swerve of shapely clouds,
The veiled sun in it's primeval guise,
Night's dewdrops beneath me skates.

Beyond my heart and through the soul,
lumps dormant whirl in crisscross lanes,
A veil of smile , untied shoelace.
My stillborn love, my ashened fireplace.

Indrajit Ghosal

Forgiveness

2010-01-02T15:00:00.004+05:30

Why should I seek forgiveness?
You chose me as the unfaithful!
My Lord, my Hero, you knew it all,
My betrayal you foresaw,
you also,foresaw your crucifixion.

I bore the hatred, I lived them all,
Mercy- you stripped me too,of my pride,
Thirty pieces of silver maketh a Traitor-
Condemnation- The price I paid
while you hatched a plot for Eternity!!

You were the one who once befriended,
and honored the Son of a Man, My Lord,
Time graced the son of God Immortal ,
while I, your loved Judas - accursed;
My Lord, my Hero, you knew it all.

This is obviously a fictional poem. Additionally this is my 100 th post. Thanks for everything all of you.
Indrajit Ghoshal

Wo.....

2009-11-25T22:34:00.002+05:30

Wo kabhi mujhe dhunda karti thi,
kabhi chhupke kahin,
kabhi bas yunhi....

Wo kabhi mujhe dhunda karti thi,
idhar,udhar, har jagah,
kabhi bas yunhi...

Wo kabhi mujhe sehlaya karti thi,
Jab mai rota raaton ke ghere me,
Mai use odh ke so jaaya karta tha,
kabhi bas yunhi.....

Wo kabhi roya bhi karti thi,
Aur apne ek buund mere haathon me deti thi
mai jab mangta tha to,
kabhi bas yunhi...

Wo kabhi ziid bhi karti thi,
use ye chahiye, use wo chahiye,
uski duniya me mujhe bulaya karti thi,
kabhi bas yunhi...

Aaj Wo kahin hai, durr kahin,
kahin hai, yahan nehi,
yahan nehi.....

My 99th post.

Indrajit Ghosal

Just like that...

2009-11-21T00:22:00.002+05:30

I painted a picture decades ago,
I imaged myself as a fortunate one,
The Masterpiece of mine, in tatters lay,
I, the Master, survey the ruin, aloof, undone.

There was a dream, a sketch of the heart,
And inroads to fondness of an embryonic soul-
that wretched in pieces, buried snowdeep alas!
The prophesy of the golden spring,did depart!

Indrajit Ghosal

Dear Nenu.....

2009-11-12T22:42:00.004+05:30

Nenu aka Krishnendu Mitra is my friend from school days & was my football mate in many rainy days. When others would seek shelter, we would play as if our life depended on the sheer game. We chased passion, dream, addiction......... we chased Football!!
This one goes for Nenu & for those days, lost & yet not!!

The sky wears dense robe of gray,
the curtain is about to fall,
Along the mud, swinging you skate -
Nenu! we have a football's date!!

Do you hear the greens gallop and sway?
Do you feel the same old addiction?
The shrill blades of the grasses slash,
from murky feet , to the heart they splash!!

Run! chase, huff where flies the ball,
beat the wind, the rain & the world,
Let's see who slams the winner Mate!
Nenu! we have a Football's Date !!

Indrajit Ghosal

Wo.....

2009-11-03T20:45:00.002+05:30

Wo kabhi ek Bacchi, ek Nazuk chiz,
Jaise ek alhad srot Mann ke dehleez,
Jaise soyi aankhon me sapno ke rang -
Indradhanushi... aur ek uska Rang.....
Uska apna......

Wo kabhi ek dost, ek anant chavi,
Jaise Meera ka mann Shyam rang prati,
Jaise lajja se lipti Aasmaan aur laali,
Ujjwal..... mutthibhar Jeevan ki thali....
Ek saath......

Wo kabhi ek Maa, ek yaad, ek hansi,
Jaise ek vivash mann ki chah, khoi hui,
Jaise lautne ki chah un chau me kahin,
ek aangan.... ek pralep yaadon ka.
Wo Maa.....

Indrajit Ghosal

A Promise

2009-10-28T00:05:00.001+05:30

The speck of dew at my door,
silenced the screaming mind within,
I knew it was an Encore,
of a promise you made me then.

Every winter a silent blue,
ever since a Spring Maiden's left,
'diamonds' once the eyes that hold,
Icicles they turned - gray and cold.

Promised you once amidst the haze,,
before you slept one last time -
To visit me on such winters harsh,
& place one lost 'diamond' that's mine.

Indrajit Ghosal

The week that was......

2009-10-22T18:47:00.004+05:30

Probably, I never did this - a peek-a-boo into my life for the previous week. I had long awaited this time off for 5-6 days what with the festive season around. Festivals seemed to follow one after the other - Diwali, Bhaiduuj & a weekend sandwiched in between. This time I did not allow to sadden myself with the longings for my home & somehow managed not to fan the Nostalgic air creeping in. And I loved my time -off.

The vacation started miserably, nonetheless the gala time that ensued made up for the initial days' gloom.
To begin with, my cam showed signs of ageing & a frantic me learnt from the repair center that the Board of the cam had 'Died' (Alas! the damp weather spelt its doom perhaps, I was not using it for long also, Well, Divine Intervention could well be a possibility) & the amount required would amount equivalent to my Room rent. A dampener before Diwali nonetheless, but some mornings not quite always show the day, right?

"Wake up Sid' - Watched the movie in a PVR and would recommend to all and sundry. 'Coming of age movies', ' A movie ' English in expression, Hindi in Language' is how the tabloids praised it and yes it was indeed. Almost on the lines of Dil Chahta Hai ( it was though more extensive, 'Sid' is simple, with Bombay as it's heart.... & Do I hear Raj Thakarey snigger? He likes his city as 'Mumbai' ).
The songs were brilliant, esp the song' Ektara' sung by Kavita Seth (of 'Mujhe mat roko' song from 'Gangster' movie fame, though don't watch the movie, listen to the Sufi rendition of 'Mujhe mat roko') simply defined the movie & bridged the transition phase of a Slacker Sid to A different Sid- growing up, responsible, matured. Must watch.

Watched the DVD of 'UP' - an Animated movie, another sweet tale in the South America with a lil Wilderness explorer & an aged adventurist and the perils they faced, thus emerging winners. Lil Explorer lacked only 1 medal in his kitty, which he would get once he gets to help an Elderly in a Wilderness trip... sounds cute, right? There are many more such moments.

Then there's Nusrat Fateh Ali Saab's Sufi soulful songs, & esp his concerts in 1990, London, that I have been listening to recently. I don't know much about the Ragas, it's Gharanas, Shailis etc etc , yet I was tranced everytime I heard him. Max durations of some of his Classicals went upto 30 mins. There's nothing much better than this for me, which I love when I am left alone. You realise there's another world beyond this one, if you listen to them with undivided attention. It's like a food for the SOul- the bruises get wiped away and you reach a state of Bliss.

Went to Oh Calcutta! - A famed Bengali restaurant of Superior class, and as usual could not resist the Buffet. For the 1st time,Rasagollas were in the Buffet & were dismal (UNEXPECTED). Mangshor Jhol rocked as usual.

& ya, started reading after many months with ' My Name is Red' - Orhan Pamuk's 2006 Nobel winning book. Seems good until now, rather 'interestingly 'different' would be right word.
Well., these were the higlights & just thought to update this in this post.
Take care, be good.
I sign off for now.

The Keeper of My Dreams.....

2009-10-09T21:33:00.001+05:30

Even if , one day, far from me you go
to distant shores that I would ne'er know,
Not heeding to my undying pleas-
to stare once more down the boulevard
of so many breathes that casted once ...
you know...... Dreams.........

laced with the fresh dews of Springs,
A Potter's heartmade canvas, baked
in the fresh winter's bubbly sun,
and left in the playfield to soak and
to swing to the beats of a quivering heart...
of Dreams... and Dreams.....

Even if the Dreams dampen and haze away,
it won't be lost, will it? You would be in them,
While I gaze at the splendid creation of mine,
I would always find you, in all those miniatures of my life,
that made my horizon a bottomless spectacle,
you know, I would always come back to you......
you have my Dreams...... My Dreams....

Indrajit Ghosal

A Place

2009-09-08T20:22:00.001+05:30

A place of all places I did know,
Where reposed the restive soul,
far from the illusions of grandeur,
far from the trumpets of console.

Where went the Castles of yore?
- the Hero, waned away with time,
Every sand that fell from hourglass,
Every battle the Hero never won!!

Solitude! hark! let the role reverse,
Not you, but me, let me you chase!,
Encore of the 'Beauty, lost and found'.
A run towards the crimson life's maze.

Beauty - in the Beloved's Carol.
Bliss - in the ache of a song,
Life that waits to be tickled yet,
That is where I do belong.

Indrajit Ghosal

Nameless poem!! :p

2009-08-21T20:56:00.002+05:30

Life's morbid game, I partake why?
I chose so or destined am I?
never I knew, that dreams too lie,
Where I stand, who do I defy?

My epitaph's composed, hear the cry !
a Sonata string, in broken lie,
My dreams, Heavens! refused to sigh!
treacherous sword, O!! I can't defy.

No! none can vanquish me but I,
A speck of fire smoulder; Burn I !
I want to live once more before I die.
I want to live once more before I die.

Note- This is just a poem and the thoughts do not point to anything specific. Thanks

Indrajit Ghosal

Ek bachpan tha.....

2009-08-10T18:51:00.001+05:30

Ek bachpan tha, aur ek tha mai,
Us jheel ka kinara, wo shaam surmay,
ujjwal dwipt abha tha komal charo or,
fir aaj kyo na aaye, wo matwari bhor ?

Kis chah ne mujhe rijhaya,
kis adharo ne vivash kiya,
Ujala to is paar bhi hove,
fir kyo na aaj ye mann rijhaye ?

Tab mai tha ya ab mai hoon?
wo kaun reh gaya, jise aaj dhundu?
Wo kyo mujhse durr reh jaye?
Wo bachpan fir kyo na aaye?

Indrajit Ghosal

Buy me some time

2009-08-05T20:24:00.000+05:30

Buy me some time, my Dreams await,
buy me some time, defying fate.
those foregone ramblings of the mind,
O! let me my Solitude taste.

Buy me some time, from timeless days
buy me some time, from yesterdays,
The lost Pearl from the Shells I seek,
O! let me soak in that sylvan gaze.

Buy me some time, from the 'morrows,
buy me some time, eclipsing sorrows,
Those that are mine, the moments gone,
Those that will be a golden Sojourn.

Indrajit Ghosal

Ek shaam thodi maili si

2009-07-08T17:41:00.001+05:30

Ek shaam thodi maili si,
Dhup ki pighalti lau ki tarah -
wo shaam kay aanchal kay rang me,
ranga hai aaj ye mann bhi-
ye shaam thodi maili si....

Ghar ko chale bawra hawa,
peeche reh gaye us hawa ke
chore hue kuch bikhre panne,
maano mere Mann kay swarup ho jaisa,
Koi sajaakar, fir bikharkar cher gaya.
wo shaam.... thodi maili si....

Ek aasmaan mera reh gaya,
ek hansi chuke chali gayee,
ek mera aks reh gaya dhundla sa,
us dhundli shaam me pighal gaya-
Ek wo shaam.. thodi maili si...

Indrajit Ghosal

A Fairy's Tale -

2009-06-25T19:15:00.003+05:30

Long long time ago, once there lived a Fairy Sweet,
The auburn hair- a song of Night in golden sanddunes' fleet
Eyes were the 'Nimbus' , graced sharp in lone reddish fleck,
A speck of dawn dissolved in roses, painted the cheeks' deck.

And Long long time ago, there lived one Fairy Sweet ,
her Lips canvas clear where Art and it’s Artiste meet,
A face -'twas true, Ah! like one Undying teardrop's hymn,
A smile that was of an Adolescents' bubbling dream,

And Long long time ago, there lived a Fairy Sweet,
She strolled tiptoe like Eve - 'the Virgin Woman' meek,
A Voice sylvan like the Cradle of breeze caressing the gentle Green,
And Long long time ago, once, there lived a Fairy unseen.

P>S - Eyes were the 'Nimbus' , graced sharp in lone reddish fleck, - Nimbus Clouds are normally sharp and stretches in shape, and so I made the eyes to be like that. In some Eyes, within the White of the Eyes, we can see a thin line of red always existing. And so I came up with this line.

Indrajit Ghosal, 2009

A Little More -

2009-06-08T21:07:00.000+05:30

A Little more of my Sky Mama,
A little more of the tender Breeze,
A little more of the hazed fondness
A little more of your renal kiss.

A Little more of my share Mama,
A litrle more of the lost sliver,
A little more of your timeless refuge,
A little more of the mellowed whisper..

Indrajit Ghosal

Mother!

2009-05-10T15:24:00.001+05:30

Viles and mock leapt unstopped,
Sunken, the victim, stoically bears,

Heart, never so heartless,
Yet a nemesis, crossly peers.

Mother! What does a rebel know-
a sacred lake onlooking Eternity.

Love, her love, O pity!
Scorned, in the alters captivity.

O Beloved!

2009-04-16T22:24:00.000+05:30

O Beloved! Where are you please?
I stare towards the time bygone.
and peek into the shores of my heart-
forlorn, it grieves like a moonless night.

O Beloved! Where are you please?
I heard your footsteps yesterday,
Was that my Effluvia of Insanity?
Or desertion of the last glint from the eyes?

O Beloved! Where are you please?
One breathe echoes in the emptyness.
it's other twins battle the duality -
Of sweet misery and longings O so profound!

Indrajit Ghosal

It's Appraisal Time!!!

2009-04-11T13:33:00.002+05:30

Dear people -

It's time to get official now and so, I permit myself to enter among the Hordes of employees, agog with seemingly excited state (overflowing?) to get their pay hikes, and to get many many elucidations from the 'Powers that be '(Apparently?) to wax eloquent of the organisation (ever prosperous, inspite of hiccups, well... seemingly!) and with their venerable gestures (Manipulation) towards esteeming your future and boosting your stay for 1 more year(huff... )

Well, it's appraisal around the corner(sigh) in many Organisations and I too unwillingly would be a victim(or victor?)

It's that time of the year, when you are told how good you are and inspite of it, how good you are not! How esteemed you are and still you should not undermine your talents(it's a given that you have all the talent that goes for the making of an epitome of SUCCESS).

After the formal rounds of filling up your appraisal form online and allow others to provide yoru feedback you have a face -off with your OM. All formalities are discussed, all plannings for teh next year, what went well, what not, blah blah, till the time you almost feel like jumping over the table pleading to know your hike and the rating. You are least interested about the outcome, as that's the way things play out... It's a long way to the Highway before you know your 'hike' (or the absence of it, depending on how much of a Philosopher you are)

'So you deserve the best hike, the best place, the best position in the best company (that's the Top Brass Moron parroting his words straight from his 'heart', and that's what he's been sincerely doing since ages and the best company is ofcourse 'this one')
and you have tremendous potential to really go beyond your present performance scale and do eeeven better.(I never knew it, really, low self-esteem case may be)
He continues 'but you know , you got to give in soemthing extra, something that makes you stand apart from others. And I really believe that you too can. Can't you( CAN'T YOU is said in a baritone, a certain intonation comes up from the Powerful Moron).'
And more follows, of what all you did, and what you did not, with a cunning smile lingering from the face like that of an intelligent seasoned swindler)
'Yes sir' . Well do you have a choice here? My experience says NO. If you say 'No' to the Monkeyman's question, he would stat with his littany of bumblings (that's what he's paid for) and till the time you are convinced(politely, their message will seep into you) you would again feel exhausted. But the Sober Monkey, sitting inside the board room, will explain you further of why, and why patiently) you are not capable to get a rating of 5 and though you have got arating of 4 why simply why (He's desperate to make you good, bad and sad at the same time... tha's called ART and he, the MonGoose , is the master) you also deserve more than just '4'.

So, your rating is 4. Period. So much for such an appraisal, that too from such Ill-Eqipped Top Management's Pauper! Who would catch you in a conversation, while peeing and you curse the moment as to why and why the peeing time of both of you COLLIDED!!.... Who in a meeting with the Client team, where i was also a part of with other teams, blurt out....'' I also use Huggies.... For my kids'''. The background was a formal discussion on Sanitary products, of Kimberly Clark and the entire Client team was sitting there.

And such Wimps judge you.... Life can make you a butt of it's jokes, when you face such Jokers with their Toilet humors......

Nothingness

2009-03-21T00:30:00.002+05:30

Wrote it almost a year ago-

Time skipping in breathless flow,
amid the screaming void in soul,
in nothingness the soul remains,
Life,drags in stillness and slow...

Oh Beethoven , you, yes you!
come out with your sonatas a few,
Play them till I nurse my soul,
away from void ,living anew.

Begum Apa , where's your Thumri , lady?
the one you sung once in royale court,
bring the moist rain in your melodies,
to drench my follicles in Springs float..

You O Mystic Sufis , sing once more,
to the Almighty's grace and beauties.
let me dissolve in the sublime love,
and absorb in arms of Beloved's Bounties.

Copyright(c)Indrajit Ghosal 2009

O Heart!

2009-03-19T22:58:00.000+05:30

Bruised O heart ! why wary you be,
Colors sputtered in red so long!
Havoc outlived your recesses,
Alive! O How you can still be?

Hit and mishit, the game is on,
in pieces of slivers you breathe,
aren't you hurt the most O heart?
Heart O heart ! How there You still live?

Loved and disowned, in spite's cauldron,
What madness makes you so calm.
They came for you again, you Loner!
O Mercy be upon your soul.

Dissolve , disappear run I say!
for you must live and live O please!
Scream in in the rage of reddish glow,
you aren't beaten, no you are not.

Copyright(c) reserved Indrajit Ghosal 2008

Your Guardian - A lyric

2009-03-08T21:25:00.003+05:30

Love me now, the time is this girl,

O You ,in my arms merrily curl,

Unleash the dreams all that we've seen,

let's go to places,we've always been.

Fingers entwined in timeless innocence,

You be mine, in the heart's recesses,

Hold me deepest in your embrace,

let not the morrows find a place.

Nothing is meant forever Alas!

It’s only now that we possess,

Love would hold my voyage ever true,

Thn Love me now, hold this moment true.

For who knows when tomorrow dawns,

and you find me in your faraway song,

The lilting breeze I might ever be,

kissing your hair, but you can't see.

My love then would rain impassioned droplets,

Whenever you turn restive in pain,

Trust me,I would be your morning sun ,

Your joyous gateway of life, your guardian.

Indrajit Ghosal

The Eyes Beckon

2009-01-24T20:51:00.002+05:30

The eyes beckon from afar,
to the oasis of the heart.
Ripples splash in whispers mellowed
in a lyrical stroke of Sonata.

The eyes paint my vibrant soul,
in bashful waves of dense blue.
My cosmic sky dwells encased-
safe beneath those eyelashes.

Indrajit Ghosal

Love's Labour Lost

2009-01-18T12:06:00.002+05:30

The songs of yore is today a lament,
the dreams border on sniffled nightmares-
Clouds spell a looming sadness,
restless soul to the memories chase.

The fountain that was brimming once,
subdued it falls in a random gait-
An ocean of love transpires to droplets,
Love breathes forlorn in faraway shores.

Crystal blue sky is touched up with gray,
the glowing eyes cringe with the stroke of light-
Undone promises to Eternity lays buried there-
where 'Love'- a beautiful epitaph today remains.

Indrajit Ghosal

2009-01-03T20:40:00.000+05:30

"Welcome To Idea Customer Care "

Beamed the computerized lady’s voice in a robotic-sweet tone.
And then started my woes.. To quote a Blogger’s words,’ Forever seemed no end.’

Let me give you a backdrop here-

My Idea connection , hyper-regularly gets me all the unwanted updates, by varius modes-
e.g computerized bugger voice, sms etc, of which I pay no heed.
2 days ago, as per instruction, that I casually followed dialed a no which was tollfree,
And assumed to be sending me a joke with rs 1 per day.
I thought it was just for the day and it would be over then.(Well, there were other options too and I don’t crave for such darn jokes, but I thought rather than dialing other weird options,. I opted for this).

Nothing happened.
Within a few hours, I received a confirmation sms, stating ‘ your sms joke pack has been activated and you wold be charged rs 1 /day.
What!! I never wanted that, or was I taking their earlier message casually. I never wanted this humbug of inundating my life with smses(as if the promo calls and smses wee not enough).
And then I called up what they call ‘ Idea Customer Care.’
I could not reach the Associate after 1st 5-6 attempts.
Then, I was getting connected to a instrumental. Almost a copied version of ‘Rab Ne Banadi Jodi’ Did I also hear a line or two there from the same movie?
:o

And then Voila! I got to speak with the Saviour- the Executive graced my poor self and
I expressed my concern-That I want to get rid of that stupid activation ‘Sir’.
Yes, I called him SIR- I was at his mercy ironically- what if he uts me in that melody again till eternity? He seemed to be in so hurry – every word he mumbled, every instructions he cohorted bore the resemblance of a RESTLESS soldier, standing infront of the Berlin Wall to collapse, so that he could meet his ‘Clan’ on the other side of the world!!
Yes , he was of course a busy body and so I am glad he came out to bail me..

He rushed through my verification twice( well, he said he could not hear me out the 1st time- I thought he echoed my feelings!
Then he said in a manner of someone possessed ‘ Sir, aapka sms wala pack deactivate ho jayega- Confirmaion no aapko 2 hrs me mil jayega’
(Sr,Your sms concern would be solved and you would get the confirmation no in 2 hours’)
I said’ Well. Please provide me with the confirmation no here, so that I could ca….

Sir interrupted’ we can’t , you would get in 2 hours’

I asked ‘ So you mean to s…..’
He rushed through “ Idea me call karne ke liye dhanyavaad.’ And bang went the phone.
He left me in the lurch and gone- Well I am honored for your mercy Mr Executive.

And guess what- within 2 hours I got a sms’ Ab pesh hai aapke liye naye gaane 2009 ke liye, chuniye hasseeen gaane aur lijiye inam, call charges 6.99/min…

Which implies

(( Now we present new and beautiful songs for 2009, download them and enjoy. Call charges 6.99/min…)

So much for 1 silly call.
And I am still waiting for that sms and getting 1 stupid sms daily-rs1/day only….

2008-12-28T11:18:00.007+05:30

Movie Review- Ghajani

The super-hyped movie (much thanks to the curiosity garnered by Amir Khan's 8 pack abs sculpted raw power) finally released to the packed cineplexes all over.The film rode high on it's shrewd marketing prowess and of course the latest avatar of Amir Khan, that rendered the masses almost into hysteria.
However, amid all the blitz of marketing and hype surrounding the movie, the plot did not deliver anything close to the preludes being spilled everywhere.
Nevertheless, the film would be a hit.
The film begins with a psychotic buzz -cut Amir, groping around in his own world of amnesia, falling, tumbling after every 15 mins to recall the moments past,to recall his immediate purpose etc unless he finds it scribbled in his notepads, shot in his cam or tattooed allover his body.
(Btw, he suffer's from Short term memory loss.. and we were also told that he remembers everything for 15 mins... and then he forgets.... So is this aptly the 'Short term memory loss' ?- a pertinent question raised by my friend.)

Sanjay (Amir Khan) had a beautiful life-what with a high profile MD of a Cell co and a beautiful girl - all of which was devastated by Ghajini- a monster criminal, who killed his girl and left him with severely hammered blows on his head and a wriggling pain in his heart.
And that marked the unflinching desire of Amir to avenge the killers.
With the disability in remembering anything for not more than 15 mins, he continues in the path of vengeance and succeeds.Redemption is achieved and then again he forgets everything around.
The film oscillates in flash backs with the diary written by a plush Amir about his glory days and comes back to the present vengeful Amir.
The film had some violent sequence in the actions part, a few almost gory.
Whosoever had said that Amir is not suited for action sequences should eat their words now.
The songs especially Guzarish is pretty nice but for me what tops is the slow version of a song.
Other songs are just forgettable.

The movie is also a yawningly drag at places, like the Girl children racket sequence and some unnecessary scenes. 3 hrs is long and could have been reduced atleast 30 mins of it.

The story promises nothing special in it too.
The southie girl Asin appeared confident in her role of a struggling model (who made it big by spinning yarns of her affair with the MD when Amir had no clue- this part is makes the film lighter and mellow) and Amir's flame.An uprightly decent debut. Especially the 'wait-until-dark' kind of sequence , with she hiding to escape the killers, scared for her life speaks a lot of the niceties in her acting.

The villain forms the weakest link to the film, what with a pot belly Gujjar accent mouthing monster- such samples suit best in the South. It was a big dampener, and the movie being named after such a callous criminal does not augur well.
However, it's Amir's portrayal of a psychotic good hearted soul lurking to avenge the killer was fantastic. The inmost turmoils of the broken soul, the rage and revenge ,the extreme restlessness, the cold, indifferent stare -when he's lost to translate his purpose every time- evoked sympathy.
The climax when the monster was taken to task by the teary-eyed protagonist said it all- how much has the soul suffered for the loss and how much the heart continued to burn within.
Avant garde expressions there.
One time watch-worthy- simply for the buzz-cut Amir Khan's expressive, on the edge performance.

I rate--- *** out of 5.

2008-12-20T21:03:00.002+05:30

DRUGGED

Fading into the corridors
of unchartered lands-
What is it?
The mind grippped
with weakening ecstasy
numbed to understand.

Slowly , slowly sinks- the mind
in deepened hollow- to a faraway land..
powerless the carcass floats
in the lands of oblivion.

Is it the Truth or Illusion?
truth or illusion.....

The breathe is no more heard-
while dissolving into the void
of inhuman proposition.
The lurking sigh pronounces
'Human, a mere human.'

Is it the truth or illusion?
truth or illusion.....

Indrajit Ghosal

2008-12-18T00:00:00.001+05:30

Mother-

I witness the impassioned deliverance-
upon your rosy feet by the denizens-
the unruly chants proclaiming your Supreme-
the conch shells reverberates-
into the heart, seeping slowly
slowly- absorbing
into the entire revelled existence of the Devotees.

I stand nowhere among them.
I stand faraway with you Mother,
for you are mine and so you remain.

There is festive rage there Mother
the uproaring devotees gather
in stupefied devotion seeking your blessing
everyone prays for everyone-
families unite on the other side of the threshold.
There's joy in the surround -
You the revered Mother is Home-
your Homecoming- Unites Mortals.

I, a Mortal too, stand nowhere among them.
you dwell in my soul and so it be...
I know , I am at Home with you.
for you are mine, and so you remain.

2008-12-07T20:06:00.006+05:30

O Teddy..
(My song)

You bring in the light
as my Life-
The light forever I see.
Bring me home, am lost,
find me near-
O Teddy-my Teddy you talk to me...

You hold my tears
you hold my hand-
Lest i lose your sight if free.
I feel near
to your rays of love-
O Teddy- When closer to you I be....

You breathe me life -
all day and night-
I love your loving me.
Hug me in heart
and draw me near-
O Teddy- come closer you to me...

P.S- Teddy is a cute girl affectionately called so.
I have a tune only in my mind and keeping the recession factor in the mind, I may do the singing bit. :P
Not sure about anything else.

copyright(c)IndrajitGhosal 2008

2008-11-28T11:42:00.003+05:30

Together We Dance
A Lyric

Together we dance-
Come rain, come fall,
In autumns, in all seasons-
In jaunty rhymes ,sashaying
-feet over the silken dew,
jazzes- rustling dreams a few.

Together we dance-
And let Love be the reason.

And it shall be
till kingdom come.

Together we dance-
in springs of the youthful sky,
that shines and sparkles-
merrymaking -
the unchained melodies rained down
the laughter rolled in joyous tears-
the ballad of the hearts continues.

Together we dance ,ain't be no fears,
And yes, love is the reason.

And it shall be
till kingdom come.

copyright(c)indrajit ghosal 2008

2008-11-15T18:58:00.003+05:30

2 years of Blogging

My Virtual Speech on this occassion:-

I complete 2 years of my existence as a Blogger on the 17th of Nov 2008.

I never knew in first place that I would blog one day.That I would finish 2 years of Blogging is per se a blessing.

2 years - a pretty big span of life if I think of the events and it's ramifications that had caught me both with surprises in it's various manifestations as well as seeped into my Life with ecstasies manifold -that had ushered in joy and jostle in life aplenty.

Again, it's too less a time taking stock of things, when today I look back and wonder how things have panned out --whooshed, in a way less desired or how things have developed--poised, in amazingly better ways.Two years passed pretty fast.

And in all these 2 years of my life, I remain a Blogger.

My esteemed Blog readers remained- some of whom are from my primitive days of blogging- the time when I baby-stepped in to the Bloggerhood scapes and opened up my eyes to the World of Blogging.While some of whom joined my caravan later.

And then my first few readers arrived and baptised me as a Blogger.They rendered in me a sense of aspiration with their praises and opinions. They made me grow- grow wholesome, grow as a blogger.They are those few people who still are and Godwilling would ever be- my blog readers.You all made me special many a times and special you all are for me.I doff my hat to all you wonderful people.You all know who you are.Thank you.

Thank you so much.I thank the Almighty too.

Let me as an addendum,stamp the established testimony that your blogs also adorn with wonderful penmanships.I am fortunate enough to be one of your readers.

Then came another set of cerebral/outlandish fellow bloggers who have stayed since then. Visiting their blogs which screamed laughter, whispered poesias and sang hosannas on life was wonderful.

A hearty thanks to all of you.

Also thanks to all of you who have ever bumped/barged/ in and out of my blog, with or without your pugmarks stamped as comments.

I pray for all of yours Godspeed and a Life of Contentment.

Thank you.

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2008-11-09T13:40:00.003+05:30

A Cafe, a Magpie and 1 Ms Grace...

Allow me to introduce 2 characters here, the backdrop and then we would take off with the proceedings.

The Backdrop:-
Sahara Mall CCD happens to be my fave haunt to keep my own company, especially on weekends.The place being closer to my place and without any rush most of the times until evening, only helps my purpose.Sometimes the silence is amazingly wonderful there.
I know it means loss of business for them, but as they say, 'someone's loss is someone's gain', so good for me. :)
Today I was on the verge of fuming owing to a restless Magpie chatting her lungs out over her cell, and when stepped in vintage icon Ms Grace, an older lady, the kind of whom I have always admired, since God doesn't know when..

Thanks Ms Magpie as I don't know what to post next, until you invaded my beloved solitude unknowingly (it was vicious for me though).
I entered the cafe and sat at the usual sofa that always waits for me and reposes at the entrance - empty while a twitchy bee of a girl sat at a nearby table chatting away,as if that's what her life is meant to be( Yes I am harsh here cos I realised the immenent danger of my usual existence -uninterrupted- the moment I came in there- and I wd not sit anwhere else, cos that's teh only sofa and teh comfy set should not miss my company for the next few hours)
Her non sensical blabbers over the phone meant my peace is being pooh-poohed and my day there screamed ominous sighs. sighs !!
Over the period of time, unwillingly I came to know about the slangs she's familiar with, her age and so many things, unwantedly with bellowing rage.
So here I am providing certain excerpts of what I heard (sigh) though she went on for 2 hours with her yappity yap...
'Well sure. shit..... ya ya ( laughter)
o my Dad .. is a pilot..'Retired and joined Kingfisher' .. he's among the selected group, would go to US re ....''
'o they are selected among a whole lot yaa... no no he is specially Selected One'
-- O really !!! How special can he be?' I thought in disgust...
--- She went on and on....
' Holy crap... aww hey I wshed u dint I?''
'ya ya delhi sucks.. metro sucks.. thrs no no no no... hahhahaha
No metro from Palam. ya delhi is bad....... forget it'
u know me na' i just hate my house...
'It sucks ya ya actually thrs a garden and I share wth my sis'
Me thinks---( Now does she mean she shares th garden with her or the house and if it sucks and sucks .. now u sucks all thse while and - pardon me my grammar dearest readers! It's on the spot writitng. so feelings don't understand grammar :X)
(if It sucks so much, then get out u crib and let me in....)

Meanwhile she went on never to stop....
' ya u know her bf is a gay... hey hey
laughter.... and did tht rhyme "gay gay hey hey"
n more laughter and some more.. and then reality dawned...
' Holy shit.. no balance yaa me on a pre paid re so would check the balance'.
'Abhi to mobile phone bhi sucks these calls marketing and all sucks.'
' My shift is frm 7 to 5, na na abhi to it;s like 4 to 11 ya yua within a few days it wd be 8 to 5..'
I thought " what weird combinations now what else can I try out.. may be 11.30 pm to 10 am or ummm don't know. ughhh .:x

I was learning a new virtue all thse while ' Patience and More Patience.'
Patience sucks too dear readers.. :x :(
And then...

Amid all such insane chaos and chatters , stepped in ......... who else but Ms Grace.... Gracefully..... Ah am rhyming you see that !!!
A lady much older to me, but graceful. No airs, but graceful.
.. Since I sat on a sofa with the other seats empty so there are insolent people who would come and sit without even asking my permission at times... Don't they see the entire cafe stares at them with an open mouth eager to swallow them in the vacant seats all around??? Why disturb my peace ?
Ask me atleast.
For them i have an answer' Excuse me, I am waiting for a few friends who might come in anytime.' I developed this trick courtesy solitude and it works like magic.
Those of who were about to butt down, would leave the desire midway in the air and proceed.
Those who had comnmited the sin, had to get up and allow themselves to be swallowed in the huge open crowdless cafe in some other less comfy chairs.

Ms Grace did the same- No permission just sat.I retorted politely. ' Excuse me... " The same old line.
She was aplogetic and started off to another nearby chair, before which she took up my newspaper from the table.
I said ' this is mine' with a smile.
And Ms Grace rendered a charming smile and with a suave expression almost whispered (from a distance of course) ,' Well, can I still take it to my seat and have a look?'
'of course' I poised and said.. Never expected this, but with Ms Grace around, one must walk the ropes with assured calmness. :p seriously.
She graced a black long skirt and a white full top( I mean covering her hands) ,poised at the newspaper , her atttitude screamed of a sober intellectual, her mannerisms dignified( i told u she's Ms Grace- so these were expected I think). Could be in her forties, without any airs and pride.
I felt bad not to allow her my empty sofa seats on my other side. And I said ' You can sit here,as my friends might be late.' To which she said 'it s ok' with a smile.
Now it's only because of her elegance and intelelctual appearance tht prompted me to tell her.

All these while the chatter box went on with things like 'boyfrnds' 'gayhood' ' ya you are made for each other' North campus gossips and announcing ' I m the youngest there, at my work. You know all are of age group 23-24 or 25 , me only one of 20 years.'

I was about to fall of my seats ' 20 years' well then I would be 22 coming December, may be 21 ummm, let me think...
And then She went on and on,, Ms Grace read on for somtime before returnign the paper with a thanks and I continued writing what would turn out to be my 70 th blog post...
When I am done with a borrowed pen and borrowed A-4, no one was there.

P.S - CCD guys there are nice to me everytime I go and sit for some hours with a coffee, for obvious reasons, they should be nice with regulars even if he sits for 2-3 hrs with 1 coffee and occasionally with deserts.
Today they served me water with floating coffee dusts inside..
Sucks man!! Sucks.. :p :p- That's the MAgpie Effect. :p :)

2008-11-02T14:29:00.003+05:30

Viru

The sky was conjuring up an intriguing spectacle involving the moon and her frolics with the restless clouds-clouds that at one moment draped it's dark veil over the chiselled moon and another moment lilted with the winds and gave way to the Moon to emit her dimmed radiance.
Faraway from this heavenly scene, a precursor of some poignant moment was brewing up between two individuals:-

'Sir, I know how you are-you were not made to be here, amid them.For your loved ones, the least that you could do is not what the others could do.'
Tears sprang down his cheeks, that cascaded to his Sir's hand.
He said calmly as if lost in something else.'No Viru, you are too nice to....'
'Sir.' Viru said, 'the least that you could do is take your heart out for your loved ones cos to brign them back to life-- not most of the others could think of.'
Then he said something which Arya would remember lifelong.
'Sir, I never had a father.'

May be continued.....

2008-10-16T14:09:00.004+05:30

Beneath The Mulburry Leaf:-

Through the Mulburry leaf, goodness glitters,
In silence of the night, peace sails aflutter-
Breezed-the branches sways abound in Meadows.
frolics the mooonlit amid the Mulburry shadows.

Strings of Heart swings in the peaceful gaze-
And it passes through mazes of happiness.
And beneath the mulburry leaf, the Soul rests-
And sways as wind, in Life's shades and glitz.

Indrajit Ghosal

2008-10-15T00:27:00.001+05:30

The Lost Poem.-1

Ages and miles went past life,
from the springs of sunshine-
to it's baked confines-

The Vagabond yearns for glimpses bygone
The footsteps in the sands of time-
The rose tinted shadowy scapes.

The mind rummages something precious within-
The Heart bored many restless pangs-
Seeking the Lost Poem.

Amid dusts in the piles gathered-
Amid unseen corners in that Haven-
Amid chords of disrupted songs.

The Lost Poem- once that was-
Still stays somwhere close-
something the vagabond always holds dear.

Copyright(c) Indrajit ghosal.

2008-10-11T21:27:00.002+05:30

Death- A Nonnet

Kissed the parted lips in Emptyness,
the unseen,in quietness arrives,
Coldness gray frowns upon Life,
Heartbeats hushed to Silence,
Eternity dawns,
In stillness lay-
Immortal
The Truth-
Lives...

Indrajit Ghosal

NONET:A nonet has nine lines. The first line has 9 syllables, the second line 8 syllables, the third line 7 syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with 1 syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

Syllable Counting of the Write;-
line 1 - 9 syllables Kissed/the par/ted/lips/in/Emp/ty/ness.
line 2 - 8 syllables the/un/seen/in/quiet/ness/arrives
line 3 - 7 syllables Cold/ness/ gray/frowns/u/pon/Life
line 4 - 6 syllables Heart/beats/hushed/to/Si/lence
line 5 - 5 syllables Eter/nity/dawns
line 6 - 4 syllables In/still/ness/lay
line 7 - 3 syllables im/mor/tal
line 8 - 2 syllables The/Truth
line 9 - 1 syllable Lives

"A Dream and A Granny"

2008-09-21T17:20:00.007+05:30

'Twas a night when I laid sound asleep,
When to the hushed numbness, a Dream Peeped,
Touched by one Soul, in love i shivered-
Granny tiptoed, to Solace i leaped.

The hands outstretched-my only haven,
To the beckoning, restless i rushed,
Buried my head in her heart after ages-
Towards her caring hug, a lovelorn soul dashed.

All I recall, are my wordless complaints-
and her fondness and caring warmth-
Amid layers of tears streaming down,
the desires soaked in the flow raged.

Then hazed went the dream sudden,
And nothing existed it seemed-
I awoke to see - the quest undone-
Reality betrayed, what dream aspired.

Indrajit Ghosal
copyright(c)indrajitghosal2008

2008-09-15T10:40:00.001+05:30

Some of my poems from Yesterdays:-

The Dew....

Hazed fogs dawned at midnight,
and placed a tender shining dew,
over a greener grass that sparkled bright.

The Dew innocent, lay on the tip of the grass,
and swayed with the grass when
the wind whispered Sonatas abound. (**Sonata is a kind of musical cmposition)

The Dew , silent , lonely dew,
breathed lulllaby to it's new found delight,
With gentle moist touch, it glazed all sweetness and light.

And with the first kiss of the crimson morn,
rolled down from the grass blade slender---
The quivering, lonely, little drop of Dew.

The end of "The Dewdrop."

Copyright(c)reserved 2008 . Indrajit Ghosal.

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Who am I , but a piece of you.
who am I , but a lost hue,
who am I , none , but U.
Who am I , but born anew.
Everytime i will die,
and so will i rise,
nay, am not th Phoenix,
but I am 1 of ur Your Chosen Few..

copyright(c) indrajit.g

2008-08-29T10:52:00.003+05:30

My Dear Bato/Our Dear Bato-- Our school friend

Last evening Bato, alias Somnath Mukherjee went on to live in another world-a world that would be an everlasting mystery until the the final beckoning. This is not an elegy or a lament for our dear friend.I am not counting all of his goodness nor do I intend to express my profund grief.
This is just a tribute from all of us Nobilians-the once-inhabitants of the famed De Nobili School, CMRI, Dhanbad for a simple and a honest guy , full of frolics and fun, with that childish element intact.
On behalf of Nenu, Lomri,Rugo, Chorbi, Lengti, Gondo,Odo and all other friends and kins-I dedicate this one for Bato.
This one is for you Bato.:)
We all love you.You are with us, within us.
*********

A path that leads to the Immortal scapes,
A Paradise dwelled by Divinity's grace,
A journey abrupted by the Inevitable's usher.
When Death-"the leveller", outlived the earthly solace.

From an earthly song to a Celestial Opera,
From unsung dreams to The Truth's surreality(strangeness),
From Mamma's entwined heart to the Beckoning Wombs,
A passage from home to the undying Sabbatical.

Indrajit Ghosal

2008-08-23T21:20:00.002+05:30

Sinner

Paths strewn with vices since ages across,

face smeared with layers of coldness gross,

nursing the tender hurted heart so gray,

that wounded many hearts, bleeds in disarray.

Many kind souls tendered the Sinner's world,

the Sinner echoed the feelings humble,

And lo! what came upon the Sinner often,

Those hearts he bruised,in acts of inane.

"Sinner, sinner," resonates the long void,

Salvation he seeks from all and Almighty-

he walks now to the awashed heartshore ,

Salvation awaits at the horizon's door.

2008-08-21T22:44:00.001+05:30

We Love You Bato....

"How many breathes more Bato?"
Just how many?
Every second counts they say.

Somewhere a drama is getting enfolded. A lost battle is being fought by you my braveheart.
No, you can not lose this.You can Not.

You-a short plumply built friend from my school days.
You-a frequent mate of mine at indoor cricket for many days, ever since your Jethi relocated.
You-Our simpleton.
You-the ever enthusiastic player, a devoted student.
You-Our friend.

I know and another guy knows of your secret childish liking for one girl. Well, yes that was your silliness you may say.

This post is not proclaiming about how We, how I remember you.

It's our way, it's my way of tribute to you.
This post goes for you.

Godbless.

2008-08-10T21:22:00.002+05:30

Eyes ..

"Lights" I said and then I saw,

those eyes gazing upon mine,

In glowing pure brightness,

in the moonlit hue sublime...

I touched beauty then,

when rose the Eyes Celestial,

I saw life in shades of Green,

and I saw dewdrops burn in a silvered sheen...

Eyes that commanded the oceans ,

and eyes that enslaved storms brutal,

Those eyes,then trembled shy and bowed,

when the autumn rain tickled from Heaven.

Eyes that know the secrets,

of the oceans and it's pearls,

Eyes that lead to landscapes of bliss

to a mortal , in rainbowed swirl.
copyright(c)2008 indrajit Ghoshal.

2008-08-10T04:04:00.002+05:30

July 2005.

Bus stand,South Extension, part2, New Delhi.

The landscape bore a look unfamiliar to him. Everywhere, there was an urgency.Every road in his view carried swarms of people, with different gaits, all thrusted with some purpose in their life. The melee only shored up with the buses plying to and fro , coupled with the odd vehicles whooshing past by. The sky was dull red , that soon beckoned to turn into a fading scarlet-the setting sun.He gazed at that sun. He simply gazed.

In this overwhelming insecurity, in an unknown place, all in his own elements, he felt scared.

He didn't want the sun to set, he wished something miraculous to happen, that would perpetuate that last scarlet lining in the sky. Somehow, he felt a closeness to that light, somehow he felt safe.

The fear of the advent of the darkness loomed large upon him. Insecurity has never been so overriding, so gripping and so terrible ever in his twenty two years of life ever. Then, Delhi scared him. The enormity of the city , for someone who was marooned there, on that fateful day with a letter of disgrace was way too much for him. He knew not a single soul here and his first visit there, he thought, was a bad omen, that only with every faint of the passing reddish hue of that day, would accumulate. He missed his home, his friends from school, his few hostelmates, his colleagues. He missed his lost grace.

The vastness of the city seemed too overwhelming for him. Suddenly, life took a cruel turn and unleashed a chain of events that pulled the rug under his secured and short-lived days of contentment.

His last flicker of dying hope diminished as the reddish hue on the sky melted and gave way to an immenent darkness. He could not go back, he could not proceed ahead. Sitting at that bus stand, he was alone, he could feel it....

2008-08-08T02:42:00.002+05:30

A Heartbeat Away....

Desires seek the lost verse from time,
I lay awake, hopeful till Eternity,
And a Carousel of that chapter I hear,
I knew then, I was just a heartbeat away.

I travelled many roads, wicked and smooth,
I yearned for the glimpse Oh, elusive and why?
When holding the moist's presence in the eyes,
I knew then, I was only heartbeat away.

Wombs beckon from the sands of time,
I grope aimless, I roam asunder,
I ransack my world for Eternity's way,
Alas! which I found only a Heartbeat away.

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2008-07-26T23:39:00.004+05:30

Contrast

Holy Mother , to your abode,
Cometh and go devotees in flocks
Oceans of offerings to appease you –
O Mother, riches flow to your Divine coffer.

Mother,the solemn chants colored with desires,
The numerous pleas in the incensed smoke ,
The gong and bells pleasantly mighty,
Craving your blessings in absorbed trance.

Mother, O you the beauteous and kind,
Why spare the rotten dust-draped innocents ,
Streaming outside your Devotee’s threshold
Sighting blank to your Offerings galore.

Outside the chatters from filthy littles,
Gaping at the proceedings lavish towards you,
Know not they, your Devotee’s deliverance,
For they devotedly await there for gifts.

In the unfriendly sun’s gaze, they stand,
Indifferent to the Devotees’ glare,
Hunger that makes them bear all ,
Sparse gifts from your odd Devotee’s ,
Away Carries the little dusty hands.

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2008-07-03T13:31:00.002+05:30

A Sweeper

Mopping the floors in randomness.
With brisk strokes and bowing just slight,
On the canvas of priceless floors,
A Sweeper dazed, removes the patches.

Patches of snobs and pricey genteels,
Blots of kiddish trails and common men,
With indifferent strokes , he wipes clean-
The floor all day-the Sweeper unseen.

Pieces of dirt that lay bare,
And reminiscences of footwears,
He spills water and sights his field,
And soaks silent, his mop smears.

The Sweeper in his formal blues,
Brushes past shoe-soles many,
and when reined in by fatigue blues,
He rests still ,his pail and mop unglued.

indrajit ghosal .

2008-05-26T18:05:00.002+05:30

Home---- A journey

Sunlit poured through the windows where danced the dusts folly,
reflections of a vagabond mind, then ,glimpsed every cranny,
the satin that touched the heart and wiped the dusts within,
and through the haze, in a trance, I see a Home Coming.

The familiar smell of spices and pepper,
that seeped in the palate from a kitchen faraway.
i felt near the warmth of the hands, that stirred the mind pleasant,
Take me there to my Home, to the lost smells nascent.

The pranks a little, the silent love,
pampering a kiddy and then a little shove,
My study table's dust stil lays thick in dismay i see,
and to sniff my old books once , to the Home now I must be.

To the Home , i must return, lest the flowers wither,
and see myself anew again, beneath the same old mirror.

Indrajit Ghosal
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2008-04-13T16:41:00.005+05:30

Grandpa .....

Grandpa wake upand see-
your sonny stands aloft,
with head held high
your yesterday's bud,
has bloomed today in splendor.

the one who lost to you,
once, in the daily morning runs,
the blushed one of yesteryear,
he's grown and gained in life's sphere.
memories of glooms are distant now,
he walks in sprighted galore.

Grandpa wake up once and
pour forth the jovial smile,
wake to run once, one more
winter morn's mile.

grandpa wake up and let me hear ,
my birthday song that you once crooned -
for birthday is far though, still
i want to listen it after many moons.

Now wake up before my eyes betray,
and vision fades , haziness revels
to end this, much to my dismay.

Indrajit ghosal (c) copyright reserved

2008-03-18T13:43:00.002+05:30

the Poetess. part 1.

Writing something after a long time and i hope unlike Maniac -1 and My Utopia-part 1,
the sequel of Poetess is made.:), which I would like to write, soon.

holding my hands with silken ease,
she tunes my verses in life's green,
deepest of dreams, deepest in the heart,
beholds her eyes,in silent din.

intend to hide, so my eyes i close,
to bury emotions , as always,
and what a fool i conjure myself to,
for the Poetess reflects my soul's face.

Oh Poetess, come down now, will you please?
I thirst for my lost verses; i see them none !
Greens call from not-so-far, and yet it hides,
Poetess, now come and write me one.

Indrajit ghosal 03-18-08
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2008-02-26T11:21:00.004+05:30

In crowded Mart..

iN the still solace of the towering night,
littered with nothings, i lay in sombre,
I seek freedom , i seek my world,
bring them back, O my solitude dear.

The harangues and the stilted flow,
of words all around in pompous show,
i yearn a glimpse of the blissed sight,
in the blabbers and boasts of spurious delight.

AH being lonely without the Solitude's shine,
as if life's a mirage , mirroring me insane.
Beloved solitude, if you not come,
to chase my horizon now, I must run.
Indrajit ghosal

2008-02-15T14:17:00.006+05:30

Surrender

Dreaded the desire to open the eyes,
that seeked witness to let go of
the chastised tears-
still very much my own.

I dodged every beat of the heart
that forced and summoned me into
the long void passages of pain.
I clinged to the flickers of forlorn happiness,
with every passing breath, i consoled myself-
"Yes , Life- i have so much Life to Gain."

Till the breathes turned into feary sighs,
till my every plea of Mercy, in denial Dies-
Then a sadist force dragged me to those dreaded Bylanes,
and before i knew,
I started losing myself
in the same crooked paths
that led me nto the wilderness of Pain
Yet Again.

P.S -this is just an imaginary work and hope u like it.
Indrajit ghosal

2008-02-05T09:57:00.000+05:30

where Merrily Bloom the Roses.

In a place of all places,
where merrily blooms the roses,
far from mortal thorns,
in warmth of silvery dews,
sprinkled in cosy petals.

every petal pearlish pink,
in scarlets some are born,
honeyed with the reddish sun,
roses laced with petals adorn.

then the fragrance sprightly blows,
breeze bows to it's beautious glow,
in times of showers and snows
drench the roses , in colors overflow.

Indrajit ghosal
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this is MY 50TH POST..

2008-02-03T09:37:00.000+05:30

Fiddler On the Roof( translation of a Jewish play in Hindi)

Witnessing 2nd Play in delhi.:)
(My theatre visit @ Sri fort audi, khelgaon, New Delhi)

it was an enormous Auditorium , with an 1800 seater and i was glad to get
one , so what if it was from the back (they say 'nice boys come last' :( :( ) ,
reaching there all the way from Gurgaon , braving the winter chill , without
my new d cam ( they dont allowinside :( ), and managing a ticket from the
back row( cos the genteels have tele booked all prime seats, and no hard feelings for
this), the entire effort lavished a sense of an undermined achievement in my
heart , that continued and reaped rich dividends when I witnessed such a
marvellous Play.

In theatres ,the front seats are the most expensive and most sought-after
unlike the cine-plexes , just to get a better view of the artistes' subtleties
and executions..

I liked the ambience of the amphitheatre , with the rock-solid volunteers
jumping towards yu before you ask for the directions , the aroma of a
charming world inside, the perfect settings , and teh throngings of genteels ,
whom I would soon call 'A Class Public"..Throughout the entire 2 hrs
play , there were no side talks around me and not a single phone beeped.
Nor did i hear any cheap talks or the chomping of popcorns inside, taht
are so so distractive . the crowd seemed sophisticated and mannered , with people
mostly in their 35s to 45s.elderlies were also there in good nos and people in their
early 20s were far and few.

How unlike a cineplex ! one of the reasons i always ask them to give me a ticket away
away and as away as possible from the cine crowds, no matter if it's nearest to
the screen. Mostly i had to contend with a seat i dreaded. but that's a different story.

The play was called FIDDLER ON THE ROOF-- an account of the Jewish
community , struck in their orthodoxy and the their self-doubts , that
reared cynical heads, whenever someone tried to embrace the modernisms.
Every such phases revolved around a family , that comprised a mild hearted father,
a stern mother and 5 daughters.
With every liberal changes happening around the world, this community stuck
to it's old traditions , unless their 2 elder daughters gave way to a different outlook
marrying a groom of tehir choice.
The last straw for the Jew milkman was his 3rd daughter marrying a
Christian ( which was tantamount to a sin), for which he disowned his daughter..
The incident had a domino effectin their whole village and they had to leave
their village (the entire contingetnt :( )...
the fiddler who came in on and off was the metaphor for tehir survivals,
through odds and evens of life, thorugh uncertainties that it summoned.

The play had some mild witty sequences and some sarcasms on the Christian comm.

The songs did not augur well as they were translated from the original jewish play in
Hindi , but the choreography was fantablio...
One sequence of a ballad (well i like to think it was a ballad , dont know what it was:P),
where the 4 dancers sashayed around with empty bottles on their heads ,
that covered their cowboy cap.. That drew the largest applause, yes , the largest.

even when at teh end, when the artistes and backofice people came for encore,
it was the choreography director who drew the largest and heartfelt aaplause,
and sad that she was absent .:(

And then i came out . 2 hrs show over. It was drizzling in Delhi,that further
severed the cold yesterday night. It felt good and with a hot disposable cocoa
cup, I walked out with the crowd , with the desire to witness many more
Plays.:)

indrajit ghosal

2008-02-01T15:16:00.000+05:30

Heart

Ah! heart ,is it the same arcade,
where we store our fondness forever
& secluded memories, bitter-sweet,
galaxies of love with delicate care?

Heart,that pumps blood till we live,
bears the lost pangs in an impassive vein,
heart , they say is hurt the most,
wheh wishes tumble and betrayals reign.

Heart , O how many deaths it witnesses
in one life , (or is it one too many) ?
spacing for sublimes and sorrows alike,
it beats usual, and at times, cacophony.

heart, the bearer of secrets immortal,
the seer of goodness unsung,
every valour needs a heart,and yet -
it melts with every paramours' depart.

the heart beats , at times the void hollers
yet it reposes , in many lazy seasons.
with days of yore and essence of yesteryears,
with all life's beatings , it seeketh no reasons.

savouring and solacing till the curtain draws,
it beats blued flaws and hosannas galore
the bearer for life and it's reflections' abode,
Till life's curtain sails to the Eternal shores.

Indrajit Ghosal
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2008-01-31T09:23:00.000+05:30

Forgive Me ,Once More..

no, never would the sweets be stolen,
from all your secret places i know,
I promise not to bug Grandpa-
when he drifts to his siesta's dose.
Never would I come from games after dusk,
and your son would do as you say..
and i wont turn grumpy, time and again-
please come back now , if you may..

nor would I cry watching my other kindergarten pals cry,
or squeeze my toothless sister's cheeks, till she howls and cries,
and lace her face with her spews, no fuss i would display.
Never would i hide granpa's cap or scribble in his diary,
come back please, i can't wait no more,
for the last time,Granny- forgive me, once more..

Indrajit Ghosal

2008-01-25T17:44:00.000+05:30

आपकी यादों के चादर तले
पड़ा रहा एक कोने में कहीं ,
करवटें उन दास्तानों ने ली ,
जो हमने आपके लिए छोडा था कहीं-
आप न आये ,झिन्झोरा हमने अपने आप को,
मेरे रूह से किसीने आवाज़ दी
के "एक साँस मेरी आज भी बाकी हैं"..

मौसम कितने मेहमान बने
इस दिल के खाली कोने में,
जो कोना हमने सजाया था
आपकी सर्द धुप चादर में,
उस नर्म ओओस की महक में,
वो रूहानी कोना आप का ही तो था,मगर आज देखो ,.....
वहाँ एक गुमनाम हवा बहती हैं,
कोहरे की आड़ में जो कहती हैं मुझे ,
के " एक सांस मेरी आज भी बाकी हैं" ....

क्या हमने आपको खोया,
या फिरमैं खोया आज भी हूँ आपकी उस नर्म चादर तले ,
जहाँ ज़िन्दगी की उदासभारी रोशन आलम में,
आपकी सांस गूंज जाती हैं-
जो एहीं आगाज़ देती हैं,
के " एक सांस मेरी आज भी बाकी हैं"...

इन्द्रजीत घोषाल..

2008-01-20T15:20:00.000+05:30

And so The Candle Dies.....

The slender gait, the burning glow,
shapely shining, the waxes flow,
I said "Lights" and lo! the candle beams,
escape from dark, to lights I spring.

Flickers and trembles, shy and sudden,
the candle coy, with elusive smokes,
that rises from blue in stately flames
burns itself: wax freezes to an eternal still.

Then the flame aspires for one mighty leap,
it rises and stays ecstatically high, one last time,
before the last drop of candle melts with the passing dark,
lying low, amid it's own frozen wax, a faint glow,
it crumbles and crushes in it's debris, near my eyes
a splendid show over, as i see the candle dies..

indrajt ghosal
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2008-01-13T12:51:00.000+05:30

Some silly Gyan ----

Well, i thought for a change ,especially when the poetic inspirations seem to elude,
i could exercise my few living grey cells into some other enclaves, may be distributing
some Gyaan to all of you and in turn , await contributions, if any, from your side..

The topic that I am going to anoint myself with is not indicated towards any particular joints,
establishments or outlets..It's all about some observations and some experience.

Well, we all go for outings , some alone, some towed with solitude, some with friends, to
any renowned coffee shops, restaurants etc to have a good eating out experience and have some nice moments
for keepsake times or for sheer liberating experience.

Now, how often have you got the bill? Or how often have you felt something wrong in your drink or
your foods?? How often you felt irked by the way an extra item has been added on to your bills without
your notice? And how often u have not got the standards of stuffs up to your expectations??

Hmm, let's start this way.. All organisations of such ilks are into business that turns tactful salesman/team members into a ruthless bunch of puppets of the company norms and with their manager breathing on their neck, hankering for sales , up sales, up-up-sales, less wastage etc, they involve themselves into hardcore selling , sometime at the expense of their patrons annoyance or a feeeling of unfulfilment.

Now, whenever you decide to buy something from the pastry cooler/ food display shelf, try to buy or order the staff to provide you with the stuffs,that are Towards your side, not the one closer to them... The one which is towards you would always be fresh... In spite of the display , if he/she leaps towards the fridge , then you know he is trying to move
the old stocks..These stocks should have been dumped as per company policy, but They would try to reduce the wastage factor.
(Chalo, ek target to achieve hua, ab watt kam lagega---all are into saving their backs u see.)
And BTW , stand there till he dishes out what u wanted , right the one towards your side in the display, and not the one closer to Him..
Then you would see, frequent up selling tactics, huge boards notifying the Best Drinks, the Hottest Moving Items
with fancy exaggerations, hmm.. Okay now The hottest selling items never needs upselling strategy, eg a cappuccino wud always sell( taj Mahal---do we need to upsell that?)...
The reason is simple----move out the old stock asap so that they get saved from the glitch of poor ordering and get rid of the stock before it's expiry date.
Or the item concerned must be darn expensive or The item is newly launched and is not moving at all..
When u do not get bill, one reason is the poor staff must have forgotten---ideally thinking...
However, there's more to it than meets the eyes. On counting cash , it was found that the sales figure in the system is not equal to the actual cash... So , you got the drift, i feel..
On up selling, esp during rush hours, they would suggest "toppings" citing reasons as " It tastes awesome" or "it would add great taste sir, believe me"..

And they would scornfully(somtimes) think," So tell me sucker how shall i swindle u,with x topping, or y topping, say no and see i have other options." They wont tell you the add on is priced and is not free. (it's business u see!! ) and U jump out of your seat to see an added syrup or cream to your kitty..
So ask if it's charged extra, and see his face(well here i am talking about any zealous , stubborn guy, desperate to impress his manager, wont easily leave you)
Let me keep some more for the next posts, with me...
But
yes be good to them, they are serving you on every occasions, celebrations, away from their families .
Just play clever....
Hope you like it.

If u have anything to top this write up, as an add on, i won't mind that...
Your feedback , experiences if any, are awaited...
Bye for now..

2008-01-01T11:37:00.000+05:30

A Beginning-

Night-sky painted with dots and a Crescent,
Adieu ed and waited to a new advent,
cradling bygone year's slow depart.
To usher into a spirited start.

The dawn then, lit up the eastern Sky,
painted with random strokes of red,
so begins a journey anew,
tiptoeing over the lavish dew-spread.

Renal tunes of hope, churns the mind,
A new life's song every heart breathes in,
every soul holds on to the dreams again,
and dazzled eyes await many vistas unseen.

Indrajit ghosal
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2007-12-20T11:47:00.000+05:30

An Achievement

In shades of brown and hanging tongue,
He waited his turn amid human swarm,
scared,yet solemn,calm and composed,
The puppy waited to cross the road.

Tyres and legs too many; vehicles abound,
he dodged and shrieked, yet stood his ground,
Alone, the tiny-tot's gaze puzzled in the din,
sandwiched he crawled with Giant's around.

And then , the moment of Glory arrived,
when traffic, to the red light slowed,
He flapped ears,wagged furious,
eyes sparked with possible hope.
,he marched along
with little steps, brave and bold
And then,
the little puppy crossed the road..

Indrajit Ghosal.
Copyright(c)reserved2007

2007-12-18T17:45:00.000+05:30

O Santa !

To the homes that know no Christmas,
To the ruffians , that know no Home,
To every lonely breath beneath the flyovers,
Santa, you remain a myth, an elusive clone.

To the riches and well-heeled you grace,
in real, with gifts and mischief-ladened face,
to the blessed ones, with fortunes you bless,
and jive with carols and bells to showcase.

O santa, don't you see in those dingy lanes,
Poverty dwells in monstrous shame,
Married with agony , marred by fate,
bereaved of the taste of Christmas cake .

Santa, please show up at every other door,
let them all peek into your gift's galore,
The myth be abandoned, for once let them say,
"Yes, Santa came here in a one horse open sleigh."

Indrajit ghosal
Copyright(c)reserved 2007

2007-11-24T16:45:00.000+05:30

a song for me-

A song for me i heard, far away it seemed,
While in your wombs mother, soft blessed hymn,
A naive desire for unborn glory,your chords echoed,
A prayer for an unripe story, silkened and slowed.

Mother once more-May I hear the voice pristine?
wombs beckon mother, bring me home, to your aureolar sheen..

A song for me I heard,A lullaby from a nearby land,
Granny cradled me, the soothened touch of her hand.
Entwined her fingers in mine, shadowed the kins of sorrows,
weaved dreams for her son's brightened, clear morrows.

Sit by me, May I rest my head holding your apron strings?
And I sleep with my fairy's sight,as sonatas of my bliss she sings..
granny once more,show me the brightest star yonder-
Where you promised one day, shiningly you would appear..

Indrajit ghosal
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2007-11-20T16:25:00.000+05:30

A Child-Widow.

Draped in colors of sombre white,
Sits clueless the small widow-child.
Losing her colors with one oldie's death,
maneless , a childhood maimed by fate.

"A Widow is a sinner, A sinner" said the Men,
versed in vedas, Brahmins the most sane-
"rip her from masses, a bad omen she is
Let the outcast dwell in widow's shanties"
"Worse than Death, a cursed shadow on the human clan,
Or die sati purified,and pray to be born again as A man"

"With the patters of rain, her legs shan't thrill to dance.
And she be fed twice, a spartan meals glance"
they said, "with His death , her desires must die,
half dead ye, talk in hushed tone , thou mustn't forget".

She would learn soon, when she would grow,
she's dwarfed forever, by men and their feigned show.
The norms denies a widow to love or emote-
tainted life , a forced loser, lifeless her thirsty soul floats.

Playground that's devoid of rainbow hues and greens,
For she wears the color of decayed and pitied weans,
one color unbetrayed remains the orange sun's flashes,
unrealized songs manyflew off in red with the ashes.
unsung-
unlamented-

Indrajit Ghosal
Copyright(c)indrajitghosal 2007

2007-11-07T17:47:00.000+05:30

A wait for his Lollipop Lady

( A lollipop-lady is a person whose job is to help children/child , cross a busy road, on their
way to and fro from school, by holding up a sign on a stick telling traffic to "Stop").

Come soon please, O lollipop lady!
one toddler waits for guide,
worried eyes stared at the busy paths,
while cabs ,whooshed alongside.

blank-stared child lost his way,
stood lonely in shivers of dismay,
scared he felt to venture alone,
to reach home, amid lanes unknown.

little boy turned to gloom,
gloomy looked the dusk around,
others all paced to reach home,
pearls of tears to his eyes surround.

"God, send her please"-so the child prayed,
granny waited at home with many foods laid
the buzzing noise and crowded dins, "Oh,how long to wait?'
and the eyes looked faraway, from where the twilights fade.

I apologise for the abrupt ending here.

Indrajit ghosal
copyright(c)2007indrajitghosal

2007-11-04T18:16:00.000+05:30

Smile-- A Nonet

Lit the faint feel in twilights mellow,
Wade past all glooms in dazzling show,
Spring forever ripens heart,
golden moments behold,
everlasting glow,
radiance unfolds,
Sepia,
once more,
Smile..

Tears--A Nonet

"Where thou lost O elusive? Appear.
ye dried or shying to sear,
Hear thy plea, O please let go,
Heavy heart ,seeketh thy flow,
Chastise, unburden,
sorrows, pent-ups,
I command
Tears
Flow"

A nonet is never done to bring out the contrasts of emotions.These are two different Nonets.

NONET:
A nonet has nine lines. The first line has 9 syllables, the second line 8 syllables, the third line 7 syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with 1 syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.
Syllable Counting of the Write;-
line 1 - 9 syllables Where/ thou/ lost/ O/e/lu/sive/ Ap/pear.
line 2 - 8 syllables Ye/ dried/ or /shy/ing /to/ se/ar
line 3 - 7 syllables Hear/ my/ plea, O /please /let/ go
line 4 - 6 syllables Heavy /heart ,seek/eth /thy /flow
line 5 - 5 syllables Chas/tise un/bur/den
line 6 - 4 syllables so/rrows/ pent/ups,
line 7 - 3 syllables I/ com/mand
line 8 - 2 syllables te/ars
line 9 - 1 syllable Flow.

Indrajit ghosal
Copyright(c)2007indrajitghosal

2007-10-22T10:25:00.000+05:30

To The Holy Mother -A Nonet

Arrival:-

Autumn's Chariot heralds Mother,
Spirits arise, gusto in air,
returns Home damsel Divine,
Bright hearts, festive sublime,
Wait for a year ends,
Joyous abounds,
Homecoming,
Welcome
Maa..

Departure;-

Grief-struck children, offer last prayers,
sweet sorrow of parting lingers,
Four days festive galore, ends,
emptiness, unheard sighs,
Reddened face, moist eyes,
Dawning Depart,
Sunken heart,
Adieu,
Maa..

Indrajit Ghosal
Copyright(c)indrajitghosal

P.S-- "Reddened face" is referred to the smearing of vermillon on the last day of celebration
by the women-folk.

NONET: A nonet has nine lines. The first line has 9 syllables, the second line 8 syllables, the third line 7 syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with 1 syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

Syllable Counting of the Write;-

line 1 - 9 syllables Au/tumn's Cha/ri/ot he/ralds Mo/ther
line 2 - 8 syllables Spi/rits a/rise, gus/to /in /air
line 3 - 7 syllables re/turns Home dam/sel Di/vine
line 4 - 6 syllables Bright /hearts, fes/tive sub/lime
line 5 - 5 syllables Wait/ for/ a /year/ ends
line 6 - 4 syllables jo/yous/ a/bounds
line 7 - 3 syllables Home/coming
line 8 - 2 syllables wel/come
line 9 - 1 syllable Maa

2007-10-14T19:07:00.000+05:30

My 1 year of Blogging
A Thanksgiving Note..

One year ago, when I sheepishly forayed with my first baby steps into the huge world of Blogging, little did I know that one day I would sit to spare some time in glorifying and thanking all those beautiful souls, who became my readers, enduring my work and also opinionating on them, by spending their precious time.

This is my token of gratitude for all splendid people , that include my School friends, my Blogger/orkut friends, acquaintances and others who could not comment or went away after a sneak-peek to the blog.I had never imagined Ever that I would get such overwhelming support from talents all across.And from people who are Masters in their own domain.
I am highly obliged and humbled for all their encouragement and for making my 1st year of blogging eventful.
A note of heartfelt thankfulness to
My School Friends---
Krishnendu (Nenu, aka mindspaceblogger)one of my few treasures , my sole partner in the murky rainy football field in school. He's a good writer himself.

Joyaditya(Lomri) whenever We meet , he would always say“Indro, lekhata charish Na, ar jai kor”(Don’t stop writing, whatever You do)Well, he is way ahead than me in his penmanship and humour. Those long, long walks with you I would always cherish boy.
Abhishek ( Odo)—his Blog inspired me to make one of my own. One of my appreciator.
i would also like to thank Sammy, Sandip(Rugo), Sandip B(Chorbi), Somnath M(Le!#ti)Somnath( Batli), Abhijit(Pahari baba).
Let
me thank orkut to get them back esp to get back some dearest friends for life.

Now I take the opportunity to thank my orkut/blogger pals who have always been my regular readers and constant supporters.

Rashi Mam—One of the 1st lady blogger to comment on my post.
Shivraj( Shiv)—the 1st orkut friend to read my post.Also, a genius mind and an unconventional poet.I adapted his “Copyright©” to proclaim ownership.
Swatimala---a poet with an amazing sense of humour. Read her Posts to be in splits.
Shal---A Sufi poet and a virtuous lady.
Jean Pierre— a poet from Brazil and a wonderful person.
Thank u all. I am humbled and honored.Also I would include some more names like
Negi sir,.little writer,Punita, Akanksha,Vyas, Scribbler,AJ,Rya,Kalyan, Invincible,Stand by mind, Still searching, Priyanka, Poppinzz,Matangey Mawley, Arpit, Priyanka K ,Sridari ,Ankur, Tushit, Shivnita and many others who had ever visited my blog.

Your comments have always made my day and I felt a sense of gratefulness for All the praises.I couldn't have asked for more.I wish your Godspeed and may God bless you all.
Thank You so much.
And Thank you God.

Indrajit Ghosal.

2007-09-10T20:05:00.000+05:30

Goodbye Bob.....

(For Mr Woolmer,a south african , and Pak coach, who died under mysterious circumstances during the World cup '07)

The bells that chime in twilights mellow,
proclaimed a depart,bading the last show,
sojourn, so long, harked with the last beat,
flew the soul miles, life's sun to horizon meet.

Of bouquets, and stress of mundane bustles,
of brutal tides and bonds: of daily rattles,
of glories to Nations to the peaks atop,
of losses, of lashes by the fickled crop.

A life that spelt many a sporting boon,
vacates, with a void tune of sorrow to croon.
Peace at last, the Coach left for a New life,
in Eternity, to breathe Bliss, away from mortal's strife.

Indrajit Ghosal
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2007-09-08T09:15:00.000+05:30

A Pimpled Story.

Ushered earlier than one could imagine,
the first tryst found in springs of a fluffy skin.
A saga of cheeks, in blood and bruise and a scratchy Rebel's gory,
One tiny here, a bombastic there, his life married one Pimpled story.

Glared in unison, of varied sizes , in vivid constellations-
Pimples two or more bonded, shaping scary proportions.

The prints that soaked- red pillows those days bore,
Spoke untold grimace , in silence the child endured.
In grief, he vexed and complained the Uprisings,
Faced the jabbering jerks queer silly rantings.

Pampered the pimples with potions to heal in early days,
Stubborn they rose from death, to scribe the untouched mazes.
From cheeks to back, treading the innmost of the 'Lost' eyes.
He lived pimpled batterings,in agony ,in anguishes and sighs.

Seldom they frequent with time now, yet the scars remain,
Time will not heal them-the scars seemed to tell the tale.

"Lost" eyes is referred to a prominent wandering, searching trait that is
so much in the eyes of the character described..
Indrajit Ghosal.
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2007-09-03T16:12:00.000+05:30

Colours of Red.

Red bedecked all corners,
with celebratious grandeurs.
Red were the cheeks blushing,
clad in sparkling red attire.
The palms reddened display,
forthcoming joys to surmount.
Red went the moist eyes sudden,
when the bygone days I recount.

Red were my doll's eyes,
to every bruises I would inflict -
red screamed the bonny cheeks
of the pains my hand would indict.
Red my eyes then,I thought, I deftly hide,
Red I blushed , when she nabbed at first sight.

Red ,those fingers little,
I once, holded in childish gaze,
I hold a red bangled hand now,
guiding her through the crowded maze.

Baptism rounds in vermillion holy,
witnessed the world and the red fire.
Empty howled my mind's house,
soon would die my teasing desires.

A part of me would empty lie,
yearning all the blabbers and smiles.
Heart will sing the paeans of past,
When she would have gone miles.

Indrajit Ghosal.

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2007-08-25T16:03:00.000+05:30

My "Writer's Block" Phase

(Muse-is referred to a guiding spirit or a source of inspiration for any creation.
Words- This term is referred to the Expressions of our thoughts.)

Dusting the clutters of mind aside,
Despairing soul stutters to find-
words a few with one my Muse
in papers with Pen gliding loose.

Come on fast O Words and befriend,
My many thoughts,O where they went?
Searching Me in the words kind grace,
I falter- the Muse nowhere to trace.

All bottled feels, failing to pen,
I waited to catch the thoughts again.
Thirsty spirit, stirred to near insane,
efforts drained to stroll in Muse's lane.

Hopping aimless,with no words to choose,
In silence I wait to find Me with my Muse.

indrajit Ghosal

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2007-08-09T14:11:00.000+05:30

A Rose-seller Girl

As the windows rolled down,
there beamed a rusty girl,
With hair braided in filths of Time,
selling roses in innocent swirl.

To every window sprinted the girl,
with the lights turned colour red,
dishing roses red and bright,
a life in grey and piteous sight.

Dusty dins were the jewels she wore,
hatred-spites the little mermaid bore-
from the snobs and honoured Human folks
Clogged at traffic and worries to the core.

A bangled hand cursed with roses,
A frock in green torn in places,
feet burned by sun's wrath on road,
and soul briused by cursive disgraces.

Indrajit Ghosal
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2007-07-25T14:06:00.000+05:30

My Utopia- 1
( A world that waits to unfold)

Where men and women are admired akin,
And no bias on race and skin,
Where no foetuses ever burn,
and no girls fear the lurking unseen.

Where exists no religion,
where one bond of love reigns
Where no child is fate's cursed,
No elders to Old-age homes dispersed.

Where food of all colors,
are laid in lavish means,
where rich and poor none exist,
and all embrace the joyous dins.

Where past is not far away,
where one can repose in those lanes,
and come back from the sepia-times,
to Now and shape the morrow's miles.

Where Santa carries gifts for all,
where music speaks the mind sublime-
Where the kins are never parted
to be memories in the heart forlorn

Indrajit Ghosal.
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2007-07-22T15:34:00.000+05:30

Recollections--A Teen's Crush.

The untamed heart pranced in silhouettes of satin,
Opened the eyes with dreams floating in primeval preen-
Flied the real dins,peeped the Surreal, with his first muse,
A teeny-soul shrieked in whispers,sniffing love:fancied and footloose.

World and her morons faded miles in eternal oblivion,
For flawed springs of love entwined itself to it's new Scion,
He framed pictures in hazy happiness, and flickered in restless flame,
Nights forlorn witnessed innocent's jives, winds rustled praises for his Dame.

A castle he carved in the Sonatas of Time, in skies' of blue lagoon,
floating in oceans of Life,and cuddling with the half-buried moon.
No words the Scion uttered, the Heart had the many ripples to say,
He remorsed as the day of parting neared to his dismay.

Till one day, he faded with many words unsaid,
His little pieces of shattered heart met the fate,
Time stole the child away with his docile heart,
and a crush of a kid, later became a chuckle of a Bard.

Indrajit ghosal

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2007-06-27T11:30:00.000+05:30

And he bade me Goodbye....

"Farewell, my Master and my good Friend,
from all weathers fair and unfair-
My last breath would sniff the air soon,
Friend, to your sight, the droopy eyes stare.

Together we grew, in health and happiness,
Together, you said, we'd surpass horizons yonder-
I wagged my mushy tail, I approved you dear,
Now, I gasp for last breath, why aren't you near?

You feeded me buttered-bread and biscuits,
we shared tiffins together, you remember,
On your way to school in dark winter morns,
I saw you off to bus stand, and waited there Master.

You gazed at the window, waving me goodbye,
and I , with my open tongue, gaped with wonder.
evenings saw us amid greens of life in the field.
You bashed as i licked your cheeks all asunder.

We giggled and sat with splendid silence abound,
you screamed , I barked when rays of joy bloomed around.
Two plumps lazed and walked basking thw winter sun,
and racing home in twilights to your Nanny's call was all fun !

Saved from those Dogs, when you , my Kid, armed with stones
your little hands shooed them and showered me chicken and bones
save me in your embrace Now , my Growing Brother,
as I wait for the Unknown, hopelessly in tetters.

Chum, my weak body and spirits dimmed to flounder,
Gone you are today far, the soul still sees you near,
I lay waiting for you to sprint and outrun death,
and holding my flimsy body, help me with my last Breath.

O ! once more can I live those days, wagging my tail again?
come soon, let's share those forgotten joys and ushering pain-
and tears of parting I vision-I see a horizon anew-
I must trudge alone , for the first time Sir, without You.

The sun sets in far, distant horizon with orange platter,
where my eyes seem to meet and my Beat goes slower ..
with your sight and memories , I fail to bark a pleasing sigh,
with the last huff for life, your Doggie bades you Goodbye."

copyright(c)2007indrajitghosal

2007-05-19T13:13:00.000+05:30

someone writes a song.

when the torrid winds ruffle your silken black hair,
when their blows dismantle your life to utter uncare,
and the blaze of The Fiend and her ilks rips your calm,
when the dusts of mundane trivias does your soul harm,
someone ,somewhere plays one tune churning all goodness,
Away from humans and you, in the orange sun's harness,
someone, writes a song for You..

When you wake in nightmares, fear writ on thy Hallowed face,
and beads of worryand diving despairs, to yopur way they race.
when gloomy clouds, follies those black eyes,in the dark you grope,
when days beckon to empty lands of trepids and no high hope,
you know, one soul, churns a tune of your enlightened life,
in solitude ,in the soothing sun,he sings to embrace your strife,
and he writes one song for You.

when you leave the childhood haven, with dripping sadnes and sighs,
and you feel pale and low, and your heart , not the Eye cries
when you scatter trail of unseen tears, and the Unspokens none hear,
when the cheers surpass the bride's deafening silence, allied with fear,

you know one soul tunes a trail of delights of many blesses and rainbow hue
all aloof, passing with the last faint of dusk, He's written his song for You.

Indrajit Ghosal

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2007-04-18T13:24:00.000+05:30

The 72 hours
(of fears and prayers)

Dimmed lit her candle of life,
Dimming with every dying second,slow paced.
Where every breathe is a prayer for life,
wishing to be heard,from all the souls dazed.

Dimmed hover the spirits of her kins,
and dim lay silence with His pale face reels.
Lay two newborn in clinical sheets, quiantly unaware,
from the torn world outside, from Destiny's maneouvre.

One ,uncelebrated lump of flesh, newly born , in colours of peaches,
one, newly born mother, in long sleep, poised in life and Death's reaches.
One's arrival proclaiming doom for the other Born,
who hangs between impending doom and One Bright morn.

"Hope she breathes the next 72 hours, even may be the chances though,
prayer and faith for mortals now,Let the might of a Man in pains not forgo"

The world stood there, and so stood the time still,
sat the shaken, sunken Father,dying with a gripping feel.
Carols crooned in a far Chapel, on the eve of Christ's Born,
Subdued he sits, insecure, Can she breathe in the next Dawn?

she clinged back to life,nearer and near,With every passing hour,
Prayers , spoken and unspoken were answered by the Holy One's shower.
two day's from Christ's birth, the Mother rose to the foggy , piercing light,
Her lump of flesh, was thrown to her.A homecoming of a beautiful sight.
And so lived the mother , her kins and the father, in the ray of Bliss.
As Guardian Angel kissed away the tears, leading to the Doors of Becoming peace.

Indrajit Ghosal
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2007-03-31T18:59:00.000+05:30

The Maniac.

Frantic blood waded past the vein,
in despairing rage, streamed abrupt to the head.
trembling he fell,sinking, shaking and slowly,
in overpowered blackout, the eyes seemed to met.

crumpling he foraged to unleash his magical sword,
with shaking hands and torrid beats , he struggle,
What doomed on the Maniac sudden! what he's bent upon,
rummaging his rainbow dreams, which the Heavens still prattle!

Dunking the hot- head in water, cold, as cold one can feel,
the heat of psyche's boiled the water, as the moron lay still
parted lips hung dried, broods from blue the Madness,
madness-the paper absorbing composed self to numbness.

lay the maniac pinioned by evils of rage,
inscribing words on the wall for his epitaph's essence.
where desires lay to see the sun before
the lunatic passes quietly, melting with the darkness..

Indrajit Ghosal.

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2007-03-19T12:53:00.000+05:30

My first lyric--(i think so.)

here i am, today so far you are,
lies life bleak in vapid bizarre,
Eyes still vision the holy figure,
In melees, in melanges,In far and near.
miles gone for eternal sabbatical- the sleep-
reminiscences only remain deeper and deep...

The hallowed face,for a second even,
stays in eyes alive,amid the brazen(s).
passes wearied days and nights though,
The big life denies to drag, ,to forgo.
cannot utter the pithies and pangs,unseen-
such hapless and hopeless, i had never been..

silence speaks, as red eyes from all I hide,
aeons and ages gone, that I laughed hard,
Tales of spring days, I still sight,
tales of tears i weave, night after night.

copyright(c)indrajitghosal 2007

2007-03-11T15:22:00.000+05:30

Heartbreak !!

Sauntering in the solitude, befuddled I was to see,
A damsel, beckoning me to splendid charm, to break free-
From-the bustling life, it's aspersions and out of Hoi-pollois,
hiding myself, somewhere beneath those soothing eyes.

I sawlife, in all hues, in myriad hopes umpteen,
I build a castle there, serene, and with all sheen,
Distancing from all, basked i in those alluring Eyes,
Hoping to see life there, out of it's ugly sighs..

dashed were my dreams, for how an idiot was I !
the eyes turned the other way, leaving me Dry,
Fool I may have been, slighted I am,
To fall for deceit ,admiring eyes of sham.
Reverie broke and i woke with a lesson worse,
To avert the eyes, beneath which
lay long passages of Curse...

Indrajit Ghosal.

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2007-03-07T12:49:00.000+05:30

Saved Wishes for My Daughter...

One dream, I still Dream,
for you, my sweet daughter.
That you grow , and grow Mighty,
Beyond the Sublime zenith yonder..

Hold my Hands feeble, and here we go,
to the seas, to mountains, to the Springs and more,
To the rains , to the valleys of green,
together, to our delights , we'll explore..

I'll ride you to my secret world,
Which is for The special few
Where I dwell with memories of yore,
This time, -I'll visit with You.
There are pains , there are joys,
There are pathos profound,
In my world, there's also sweetness with You
also, there's memories Divine and Sound..
One Dream, I still Dream,
For you, My sweet daughter.....

Hide and seek ,we'll play,
I won't know the Places you hide,,
Every game you Win, mate.
let me cherish your joyous Sight.
We'll slide pass most beautiful books, and
dunk on best foods, with gifts regale,
On our way, we'll pack some
for them: On the Roadside They Dwell.
One Dream, I still, Dream,
With You.............My Dear Daughter..

We'll pray to our God,
To The God, whom No one else pray,
we'll swim in muds and ponds,
Care not we, wht the Onlookers Say.
We'll make our rules and we'll do break,
We'll smell the morning mist
and howl at the Loudest beat,
Dinner plates wd scatter to pieces around,
and then , we'd feel sorry,
regretting the "Rebel" Deed.
one Dream , I still Dream for You,
For You, my chweet Daughter..

I'll grace you conducts and manners,
and rules to abide by,
"Such Saintly this li'l angel"
your grooming evoking awe to passers-by.
I'll make new rhymes, and sing for you, Lullabies,
Crooning Life-lessons to your ear,
While you sleep, as I caress your mane,
Painting GoodNIght Kiss on the Cheeks there..

Will you sing lullabies, sweetheart?
when , my journey, will meet the end,,
Remember me, will you?, as a friend and a Father,
Everynight, Your "GoodNight Kiss", wherever i be,
, please Do Send

One Dream I still Dream
where are you , my daughter.............................?

Indrajit Ghosal
A Dream of a 24 yr old Mortal that he had visioned when he was 19yrs,
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2007-03-04T21:14:00.000+05:30

in the dark..

'twas pitch dark, when lights went off,
Blackness swallowed guts, in tones of scoff.
I shiver, crumble, Night turned so eerie-
The soul strangulated, in Dark room scary.

They saw me-The dirty dark deadly Devils,
Alone i tremble, groping for Unknown evils.
Where to hide, where to seek the Light ?
To shrug the scare, to dance to life's Delight..

In one deep corner, to hide,shivering I ran
Fear, perspire reigned on the Fractured state's clan.
There they come! hark! I hear them all---
Trumpeting on my Breathing Corpse ,hurrying for Burial..

I feel choked, Am I Dying?
I gasp for air,I am Crying !

now ,Who the Hell, jives on my plight??
Playing tune familiar -to this pityful sight...!
Oh It's Morn, My evergreen nemesis chimes along.
Yes, I am Alive ! waking up to nature's song.
That was a dream, .or no that was not.
I remain in dreams awake.
So where was i caught??

Indrajit ghosal..
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2007-02-27T14:42:00.000+05:30

That One Drop Of Tear.....

Barren lies the road, empty, solitary; so lies one Soul Accursed,
Silence adorns miles and miles, Longer breathes the Lonely Sighs,
Forgets the fickle world Me , you and all:when the stage is dispersed,
For whom, then O, peevish Loner, your sunken pair of eye Cries..

Sunburnt roads , burning the soul, charring the Dreams to despair,
Wretched soul looks around, Hapless, Even His Shadow's not Near !
Betrayed Bliss lost, lost to the land where reposes the Serene, and tranquil,
The Time, when the Sunburnt grass's touch made many an agony Heal--

Then sorrows were there-Even now the sorrowful sonatas sniff the Soul they bear,
Even now, the crude crasiness of destiny plays foul guiding to lands of Quagmire,
BUT TheN-the sunburnt grasses had sketches and mirages of the figures Drawn for A loner,
Gone they are-the Angels and the Guardians ,in" flowing tears of past "they seem to Disappear..

The Road today is barren , gust of winds burns the pain entwined in every Vein,
Rusty, dishevelled walks the Loner, bearing scars of The abrupt Weather's Bane..
Freting with thirst, maimed by life's loathe, He waits for The First Drop of Rain,,
It'll come--he knows. he soaks in this hope, in sun's scorching rays of Disdain..

Yes, He'll see them, and his shadow will be back, and the soul once again Breathe to Life..
But 'The One Drop Of Tear', he's kept safe, perhaps....would loose by then in the "Huge Strife."

Indrajit Ghosal.

2007-02-18T17:51:00.000+05:30

'Rudalis'--- The Desert Mourners.

sitting in circles,

wrapping garments stale and plain,

Six shrills of sombre, echoes

beastly grim of pain..

Breezing dust , warm sands, carry

poignant cries of refrain.

to far and near, heralding

gloom and doom from the Bereaving Lane..

Hands thump the Breasts, hard as

hitting diabolic clamps of nail..

And cries and bursts of loss,

leaves dark clouds in it's trail.

Sun turns shadowy,with deafening

mourns in crannies prevail.

A Blue Blood's Death, whimpered

by six she-folks avail...

Ghostly , haunting turns the cry,

hands ramming the breats peak.

"Royales ,Thou shall not shed tears'"

so for penny trifles , mourners they seek..

As dark looms , shrugging every vein,

the cacophony halts, from veiled faces..

numbness of eternal loss seeps in,,

with burning moonlight in ragged palaces.

Rudalis went away,, deserting the Grieving Royales,

leaving resonating whimpers, amid faint dying walls.

indrajit ghosal

2007-01-19T14:09:00.000+05:30

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
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2007-01-01T15:26:00.000+05:30

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

2006-12-30T12:48:00.000+05:30

The Journey--31st dec05

Evening dawns, with signs of darkness all around,
Everyone rushes to home, as dust flies with gay abound,
He sits, watching the din, and in the dusts he sees,
One smoggy morn, with haziness scattered to the lees..
His strides were fast,regaled, joyous he's in the Mind--
Unfazed time moves on, The World That day was unkind.

His Angel waits somewhere, the thoughts invoked strength.
So, confronting dark, he scurries, dwelling on "Divine Wealth",
hazards in the way ; with Thirst in Eyes he forged--he cared least,
Shrugging the toils, he stormed nearer.... and nearer-to his Eyefeast-
lonely soul wails often, he knows when she's not there,
separation lurks.yet he bears oodles of love for her share..

Craving with jitters to see hER, for once and who knows -For ever--
His frisson was unbound, as She came down Tiptoe-one stair to the other..
with fetching smile, godly beauty, and face sparkling with gaiety,
piercing his soul, His Angel stood, unflagging and Mighty..
Demure sweet, The princess is here, Hassles faded in dismay--
Such is The Charm of love-the one Glimpse Took It all away.

Most beautious thaa the word'Beauty' could be--
She's gracious, charming , as far as his Eyes could see,
the Black attire was regal that the princess, then wear,
her face lit thousand candles,as lasiness pure spilled over,.
he touched beauty in the eyes, of rainbow Dreams--
The junoesque moment took him to Eternity , it seems .

Chiselled in the heart, is the Image of love , till day--
he still hopes the Divine Entity, one day may pass this way.
he waits, and he waits, till roads bear a look desolate ,
she may come anytime, tiptoe tiptoe, though not so late.

Indrajit ghosal.

2006-12-29T11:07:00.000+05:30

A Whore's Account

"A girl of seven and ten I am, a class nine drop-out,
Holding hands of one kind soul, did i come--
here- to study, earn a penny, and li'l did I doubt,
Kind soul turned unkind, packed me off for Lumpsome."

"Getting clients is easy, They ogle me with dreadful sight
hefty amountys they pay-some fpor an hr, some for a Night..
My eyes i close every time they strip me naked
they turn my slave, quenching carnal desires sacred.."

"Nobody i love, none love me: the whole truth i say;
I make love ,i've mastered that
losing myself in filtyhy town of decay"
"I cried many times before, when in those horror days
they ripped me like greyhounds, under the Lustful gaze"

""run, Ritu, run"-said someone, I ran as fast as I could
to save the leftover grace(if any) , donning my best suit"
"In the laps of leching hands i fell, As I saw the setting sun--
I remain lost ever since: The race at last, Destiny won"

"Back home they call me," come Beta for Durga pujas,
to see you we Die"
"My dera fellows, A living corpse like me, today.....
doesn't even cry.."
"Your Maa, you worship and immerse to see her soon,
Call me not.A Whore I am in the dark lanes,
of shallow sky,without the Moon"

"to This pariah , Untouched comes swarms of Good Men,
henpecked, loyal to wives (ohh such a Plain Jane they remain!!)
The honest characters worship me , with disgust and lust within,,
In pitch blackness, with playful words,Hush--they shouldn't be seen"

"same are all Men--i've seen them all
heartless, spiteful, towards,"wreath of eden" they crawl..
know not they what Love is , nor do i,
Hordes, barbarians- they love flesh
sadists -They are "Man"--can you deny?"

" but , one nice guy , one day a promise he made-
'i'll marry you, if you leave this shit', so he said

"Seven days more for the contract, then I am done-- "
Said the Masseuir, (ehh, the whore!) with a voice mellowed--
"then towards life and joy, at last i"ll Run
A faint giggle i saw,
as tears of reaching the Unreachable mark flowed..

"Such accounts arewrapped in all alleys all corners,,
human we are: Life's Scorned, we remain often
fate's Unsung Mourners."
'
--------- Indrajit Ghosal ----

2006-12-21T12:18:00.000+05:30

'Twas such a night..

Draped in conjurer's Robe, came the Night,,
Aroused was I , I jived to delight..
And we danced to sonorous Melody,,
That stars played above--'Twas such a sight..

The Moon blushed, as Her(the Night's) Face I touch,
And my hands played Symphony---First time such..
Stars above lit the earth for the Two,
swayed to the crooning Ballads, and Sonatas--a few,,

The Eyes I looked of the Nights , so Deep,,
Drunken I fall in Her Embrace,
in her blissful lap,, I did Sleep..

I saw Dewdrops onm Grass blades, In early Morn,
And paperboats floating amid rains to adorn,
Scared of Nights, I feared then---I recall---
My Beloved She's now, once and for all,,

Singing stars, Blushing Moon, Dazed in wonder,
Celebrating our Love , with loud claps of Thunder..
It Rained that day --When Night and I---
Holding arms, to Her Enigma land,, parting from
Earth,, we passed By...

Indrajit Ghosal.