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Deep dark clouds, blackened each other, and a darkened sky, unfolds
motifs taming tenth around an unbridled mayhem , a hardened solitary oasis
Unruly a mayhem, entropy to the fullest ecstacy - obscure a causal willy horizon, enjambment
An absorbed night and a maiden skyline trembling fearful and uneasy
Again and again, a sudden surge of lightened whims, whistleblower preposition
Lightning followed by lightning struck in series, cacophony of the call lit up the dark oblivion
Trembling and shaking, the tempest and the gala, in the twinkle of an eye, on and on
Darkest deep overshadowed the heap , black and the glory
The clouds and the thunderbolt , a sleepy sky , speechless and without a clue
Awakened all of a sudden ,a bit salt of the poseidon, turner of the muse and the seven seas.
Raga: Megh mollar
Taal : Trital
Composition (Bangla 1289)
Composition: (AC 1882)
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
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Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Love in my life, flashes like a comet.
Still, memorable moments of forelsket.
I call it R.A.G.A.S…. cherished love tags!
I know, you are just too curious to hear those funny gags!
My mom…007 James Bond’s perfect clone.
The perfect dodger, an invisible cyclone.
Ms Boffin! She’s just another drone.
Oops! I am never out of her zone.
My first crush, “R”, handsome and dark, So so so cool!
Our hearts melted in the swimming pool.
Water was our sky; every dive became a memorable flight.
Mom’s presence was our plight.
She caught his gaze; her indirect counselling was on rage.
Patience of two days, most furious feud then, on the stage.
Spring faded into sad fall foliage.
“S”! His presence was like a beautiful seiche.
In my dreams, I created my perfect niche.
Known for his domineering will and strenuous style.
My eyes always followed him through the aisle.
Hand in hand, under the trench.
Always sitting, on the same bench.
Both of us on cloud nine!
But the climax reached in no time.
Across the road, he stood there to wave good bye.
Just then, my zooming car stopped near my poor guy.
Mom just uttered, “My daughter is my princess, how can a pauper touch the sky?”
Next few days were, poor sighs!
At basketball ground, on jogging rounds, coaching classes and allllll around.
“A” my new neighbour, short and stout, with him happiness was abound.
Mom’s abhorrence was again getting profound.
Day and night scary dreams began to hound.
Her hatred began to multiply like the Sensex cents and pounds.
How could I tell her, it was just a confound!
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13/03/2019
Monsoon rains
Bring festivity, each year
Yet I eagerly wait, to get wet
In the first showers, each year.
The peacock of my heart
Dances round ‘n round,
On the exhilarating tunes of ‘Megh Malhar’
Expressing its unbounded joy.
The thick showers 'n scent of water
From the dear dark clouds onto ‘n into it,
make the earth reach its fulfilling climax
making it feel shy like a coy maiden.
It, in turn, hides its young body
With the dark green scarf of grass ‘n shrubs
And with its own intoxicating fragrance
Indicates to all to have conceived.
Even the hot westerly winds of May ‘n June
Forget the dry, dour times they earlier faced
And with childlike innocence, instantly they
Transform into cool ‘n soothing easterlies.
Becoming the front messenger of god clouds
These easterlies bring the message,
indicating that the king lover is back home
After having traveled ‘n kissed the seven seas.
Time for us to welcome the first showers
Celebrating the season of fulfillment
After a lengthy ‘n eager wait as does the lady earth
Getting completely drenched ‘n feeling wet from inside.
Date write: 8.7.2014
translated by myself from my Hindi poem 'sawan ki pehli fuhaar'
'Megh Malhar' is a Hindustani classical raga. The name derives from the
Sanskrit word Megh, meaning cloud. Legends say that this raga has the power
to bring out rains in the area where it is sung- def. from W'pedia.
Raga: Chayanot
Taal: Ektaal
Composition (Bangla Calender): 27 ashar, 1317
Composition (AC) 1910
Place: Gorai,Janipur
Song attuned: Surendranath Bondopadhdhay, Bhimrao Shastree
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Within cosmic, cosmos, thou art an enchanting flute, His own
Thine within mine intertwined a delight, hence a light hearted evocation
Diva in so many colors, aromas, melodious trochaics
Unprecedented thou an enjambment in mine, a light along the flight of a heart song, arose
Thine within mine a blossoming soothing hue, so ably parable, so in muse
The greetings whence seasons meet the horizon, the eloquence unlocked
The oceanic sea world and the foamy dew, a drop, a subtle nuance, humbled then
Within thine, enlightened the silhouette, submerged my body, a glow, amen
My teardrops of salt, serene, my own glum and glee, turn and toss
Thine within mine a blossoming soothing hue, so ably parable, so in muse.
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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
In slate horizon still like a slab of rock
charcoal clouds crept from its crumpled edge,
summer storm rushed with the southern wind,
carrying the cascade of melted splintered sky.
The enticing concert of the whistling wind
and the symphony of raindrops on quivering leaves,
drew me out to the backyard veranda,
I was enthralled by the vibrant beauty of nature.
As I turned on the tape recorder,
played the classical music of Megh Malhar*,
the melody mingled with the echo of remote thunder
and the soft tune on the strings of rain.
Wind-swept raindrops fell on my forehead,
dripped down the closed eyes with chill of silence.
In those mystique moments of exhileration
I was lost in the tranquil realm of frozen time.
Entranced by rhythm of music and touch of ecstasy
I felt the goosebumps waves surge through me.
(*Megh Malhar is a raga (musical notes) of Indian classical music. The name derives from the Sanskrit word Megh, meaning cloud)
November 11, 2019
Contest : Goosebumps
Sponsor : Delila Ventura
Clueless unborn thou art my song
The song for so long flew was not known, a long gone for so long soaring unborn
Adored the floral fragrance in, gone dried in mundane time left behind
The glow was an off beat startled, not to be, a neverland to greet beside.
The gust of a windy high, never there, never to try to recite , alongside
Come along my pensive sorrow, come along my kindled candle, burning strong
Come along for the valiant cause to stand headstrong through the darkest depth of the long
Death and her kissing diva, may find and so shall the cause be, the innermost song
With the pensive, painstaking , overcoming a morbid with a churned in mayhem
To greet them all , and all, undefeated, never in another succumbed in Bethelhem.
Raga: voirabi
rythm:kaharba
composition (bangla): 1332
composition (after christ): 1925
lyricist: dinendranath thakur
Snapshots
Sitting by calm riverside, adjusting the aperture,
As mind attests the perfect landscape to capture;
Taking few small leaps, not to leave a nuance,
He is fast ready to click a string in temerity;
Be it anything, a marrow or a barren,
His shoots whisper countless historic tales;
A flower's subtle bloom, or an old man's humility,
Nothing escapes his intense proclivity;
He awes by seizing sea's fierce turbulence,
Butterfly's flutter, through hues of sunlight;
Images of rivulets dancing to nature's melodic raga,
These picturesque snapshots will sing the saga !
Written Nov 1, 2018
For "Eight word challenge 9- poetry contest"
Sponsor- John Hamilton
"Sraboner Dharar Moto Poruk" is a Rabindra Sangeet composed by the legendary Rabindranath Tagore, set to the Bihag raga and Dadra tal. It was first composed in 1914 at Santiniketan and is often associated with the Bengali film Alo (2025), where it was sung by Arundhati Holme Chowdhury.
Monsoon reign, usher during the incessant endurance, the mutiny of the bountiful Frye
A fading croon and even angels ask with then with them on my clan, on my chime to thyme
A childlike serene trickling downpour a pair of interstellar solar pail, a refrain to brim a hoopoe
dear dark nay to know not more than that, even though to intertwine, a cosmos a birdfeeder sow
mundane a lifetime this life a frontage a facade a premise in my low, in my high
Monsoon reign, usher during the incessant endurance, the mutiny of the bountiful Frye