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Period of composition (Bangla): Nineteenth Vadra, 1346
Period of composition (After Christ) September 5, 1939
Place of composition: Shantiniketan
Again and again, looking back to thee, once more,
Days and nights these foamy churns awakened, in parables, mind approached out there, rested on armrest
The verses and the divine bell, awakened on the festive zeal, with the foamy quest on a tempest
The raga-based vibes, orbiting around the tides, ecstatic zeal
From the deepest a sound diphthong, to eloquent most trochaic meandering trail, a hymn
Bhoirobi the three with the sixth, the festive fair of Ramkeli mela, Purvi, armrest, strumming along the whim
Along the foamy tempest through the golden jubilee, joyous, eloquence in ragas through vibes resides in a song, songs among
Floating through the trail of thine, intertwined mine, meandering we
Songs among these will begin a journey to nowhere, in bliss
Trochaic, greenery, forestry, serene, motherland, a yesterday belongs, in tap dance
Along the way the must and the bohemian wind and unbridled they
Tap and tap on and tuned in, around a finely attuned may.
6:13 PM
8-28-2024
Categories:
diphthong, bird,
Form: Free verse
People are people
—and a fool is but a fool
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Categories:
diphthong, irony,
Form: Free verse
Ambling along, in thought rested silence
Mantra Aum, the esoteric diphthong
Cognised in void by inner sentience
The sound of one hand clapping, our swan-song
No doer choosing between right and wrong
Gently aligning with voice of conscience
Childlike surrender, devotion lifelong
Ambling along, in thought rested silence
In a continuum thus, our presence
Nestled in the current, where it belongs
Imbibing therein the nectar essence
Mantra Aum, the esoteric diphthong
As we plunge into the bliss stream headlong
Soul transfixed in divine entwined parlance
Moment to moment, we hear the love gong
Cognised in void by inner sentience
Head and heart aligned, in perfect balance
Gripped in rapture of the divine love song
Mystical is rhythm of its cadence
The sound of one hand clapping, our swan-song
It matters not, if life be short or long
What counts is that we build no ego fence
Kind to both man and nocturnal bettong
Embracing one and all, in carefree dance
Ambling along
19-January-2021
Categories:
diphthong, spiritual,
Form: Rondeau Redouble
Linguist at a beach
dropping participle pants
revealing diphthong
Categories:
diphthong, humor,
Form: Senryu
Diphthong you fake, you charlatan.
'ph' and 'th' be not vowels!
What strange bed fellows in ensemble
A Greek tongue twister to boot!
But I love you, all the same.
Lovely sound,
Love at first sight.
Your meaning so evocative of couples, partners, pairs in harmony.
Vowels apart, but sounding one after the other, a duo performance.
Separate identity retained, but embellished and combined to create a new sound.
A Diphthong is like writers and how their readers respond.
The writer, conducts a choir of readers with vowel sound voices,
Each idea read, evokes multiple responses,
With new thoughts and sounds conceived, one after the other.
Each reader in harmony, a duo with writer, improvising with the writer's lead.
It is a diphthong concert of souls, jamming together.
Categories:
diphthong, words,
Form: Free verse