No need to hurry;
No need to hustle;
The waves do carry
Our each sandcastle.
Life contains a measured beat;
We need to accept all;
Freedom has a deep seat,
As we're given the call.
All things seem pointless;
What is the truth then?
Of all things regardless,
We falsely become insane.
Far away in the West,
Far far away from my cuddles and caresses,
Lives my son,
Where rapid is the rise of the sun, where the sun is remiss to rest.
Where he is surmounting over all tides and tempest, searing snares and savoring success.
Where the winds herald his coming, where friends and foes at his behest.
Far away in the West,
Far far away from my cadences and caprices,
Lives my son,
In the land of dazzle, land of dare,
Land of fortune, land of absolute air,
Land of inventions, land of brewing beer.
Far away in the West,
Far far away from my dirge and distress,
Lives my son,
His dreams- a swift sturdy stallion,
Now smother him and saddle him towards shallow success.
The land where he once spent debonair doting days with me, is now a bygone ghostly galleon.
Far away in the West,
Far far away from my tears and trinkets,
My son , let me live in your heart’s undefiled chamber and let me glide in your soul’s virgin glade.
Saptarshi Mukherjee
Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,
Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,
You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful bouts of darkness and despair,
You might perhaps possess lives of mankind in multitudes,
Cripple economies and ravage revenues.
Say, can you cease the blowing of wildly winds?
Say, can you banish a bridal blush or a child’s caprice?
Say, can you hold the hanker of a koel for its lilting lyrics, while it sings?
Say, can you shackle the Sun, or rob its rays with your bitter malice?
You are nothing but an atomic annihilator, a sombre spree,
In vain you strive to rule over our spirits free,
We would surmount all sufferings and decimate your derisive decree.
Saptarshi Mukherjee
among others he
stands marvelously taller
full of life and love