A Platformer

A platformer 

Now I'm old and a permanent platformer. 

I've traversed long from here to there. form  nowhere to somewhere ; 

For my nativity has sunk into oblivion. 

The path I've trodden down is shadowed. 

And memories are, by myself, slaughtered to  get forgotten, 

Excepting a piercing wailing, in a blackout night, 

From the shade across, of the boisterious girl, 

I'd known since the evening, l laid my rag on  this  shelter of "pilgrim". 

My worrying, awaited night retreated 

With glimmering of dawn and clamoring of the platformes– 

A babe was born of, might not you call,

The Virgin ; 

But I blessed The Newcomer, The Liberator, 

My true successor, A homeless. 

"I hail your Birth, for everyone is born somewhere, 

And his Birthday heralds his Holi Crucifixion–

 Elsewhere or Anywhere." 

 Kolkata

23/7/2021

From Tagore's Creation

'

'The spring of my life has left me long'.

The spring of my life has left me long .

I, dry and deserted, can no longer respond

To your lusty call, my sweet -heart,

As l could in those bygone days.

The path that leads to you, my love, 

is covered With lifeless leaves and petals

Of faded memories – those too, are too frivolous, 

My dear, to offer to your alluring charm .

Your enticing winking like an enchanting flute Longing long for enlivening my insensitive

 heart ; 

Yet l remain mute , for, you know not 

I ,bereft of all adornments of youth,

Can scarcely reciprocate with your beckoning–

 Rapturous, irresistible.

                                         Translated by

                               Dulal Chandra Bandyopadhyay.

A dream...

 A daughter of a wealthy man fell in love with a handsome youth. The girl proposed him one day.

The young man felt gay and said to her,

"So joyous I feel but I have nothing such of a token of love worthy of your beauty. Given sometime, I will surely earn a piece of diamond and win your hand with a gift of that kind."

Then the man began toiling and started turning every stone on the way to keep his oath to have a piece of diamond. Years passed by and he really succeeded. But what followed was a wonder. 

Looking at the diamond he was so thrilled and bewitched that he forgot all about his love and promises and went on filling up those glittering stones one after another, giving up rest and respite, until one moonlit night he found himself at the top of a hill made up of diamonds and below, was a beaming brook gliding by, by which that beautiful girl was filling water in her pitcher and was singing a song of her lost dream.

The forgotten love and promise flashed in his mind. He, in a haste, started staggering down the hill; but alas! when he descended and stood by the stream, there was no living being but the shadow of his own!

Bow to Man

"Al gentil core repare sampre amore"

(Love seeks for gentle heart of Man)

The theme has been derived from Divina Comedia - Dante Alighieri

What a violent river flows with a flood of blood

Piling up corpses and carcasses along its banks

Roaring odiously, intolerant of wailing of Life

Death and Destruction all around dance in madness

As if, The beheaded "Chhinnamasta" is reincarnated.

This is what we have made of our Earth

This is what we bear, suffer from and die of

How long would this be and should be with you-

Oh Man, Amritasya Putra - the son of the Immortality ?

Set yourself free from your self-created Inferno

Now listen to the call from Paradiso and respond.

Man is the resemblance of the Eternal Soul

He has descended down ascending the throne of light 

Proclaiming love, sprinkling mercy from heaven.

He, the poet composes lyrics of love

He, the saint pronounces hymns of Bliss

In Him Gods live with all their beauty

He bears not the slightest stigma of brutality.

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