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Best Poems Written by Susmita Mukherjee

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December's Quiet Song


The maracas of leafy trees
whisper rhythms to the wind,
a quiet song of December.

Four days---- left to go---
till the year ends,
and time spills forward,
its hands brushing past us,
softly, relentless.

You and I,
counting moments,
the weight of years
settling like dew-----light, inevitable
somethings are done, a lot many left undone 
but the ceaseless march of time moves forward.

But here in the enchanting garden,
under the sun’s gentle gaze,
age is a story written in roots and petals,
a bench painted green with memories

What is there to grieve,
when old feels like this-----
and life hums softly
in the company of trees?

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Love Without Measure

I love you beyond the borders of language,
where words stumble,
faltering in the shadow of feeling.
No map charts the expanse of this tenderness,
no compass finds its edge.

I love you as the ocean loves the shore,
returning endlessly,
even when it is sent away.
I love you as the sky holds the stars,
cradling light in an infinite embrace,
never asking why they shine.

There is no scale for this,
no ledger to balance the weight of your smile
or the currency of your touch.
Only the quiet knowing
that you are,
and that is enough.

If love is the pulse of existence,
yours is the rhythm I echo.
If love is a storm,
I surrender to its rain.

There are no fences here,
no gates to shut you out or let you in,
only an open field,
a horizon that does not end.

And when the stars scatter
like seeds across the night,
my love will bloom
in every corner of forever,
without measure,
without end.

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To Frost: Regarding The Diverging Paths

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….”

Robert,
You let the split remain unresolved,
and while we stand in awe,
staring at your crossroads
etched in gold and shadow,
do you ever wonder
what lay beyond the path
you did not take?
Even though you say,
“I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

Did the road arch upward,
an unfamiliar melody on the wind?
Or did it tumble into brambles,
a half-forgotten warning?
Even now I see your boots----
Mud-caked, maple-tinged-----
pausing at the edge.

Here’s my advice, if you allow it:
Don’t linger too long
in the pondering.
Step once more
into the thicket, the gravel,
the unknown blaze of paths.

And when your pen hesitates,
push it further
to sketch the forest where both trails end-----
or perhaps where they entwine,
branches brushing like old friends.

Some questions don’t need answers,
but oh, how they crave
a different kind of wandering.

Regarding Robert Frost’s famous poem, ‘The Road Not Taken’.

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I Miss You

I miss you
like the parched earth thirsts for the rain
I miss you
like the nightingale's song heralds the coming of spring
I miss you
like the night birds wait for the darkness to fall
I miss you
like a warm campfire on a chilly wintry night
I miss you
like the sunshine on a damp cloudy day
I miss you
infinitely in every possible way
Do you miss me like I do?

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'Twas the night before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas quite a long time ago
 I was nestled snugly in bed with my brother Joe
The stockings were hung neatly on our footboard rails
While we dreamt visions of Barbie’s Dollhouse and Motor Maniac trails

Mom and Dad to make it our special day 
Sat with our gifts, wrapping papers, toolbox and a tray 
All over the carpet, they were scattered about
It was such a mess, there wasn’t a doubt. 

“Now, hammer it, twist it, blot it right here!
Slide on the seat, and staple the chair!
Handle it with care, it’s a costly brand”
“Oh! Honey”, said, Dad “You just glued my hand.”

Alas! The toys were assembled and gift-wrapped with coloured strings
Now lay stacked under the glittering Christmas tree for both siblings 
Dad said, “It’s going to be our greatest Christmas to date
Just wait to see the joys of surprise on their faces I create.” 

He dressed up as Santa with a matching red cloak, cap and trousers 
A stuffed belly, a white beard to disguise his visage and manners
“Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!” he exclaimed stepping on a Christmas bauble 
 He tripped over and fell on the floor with a loud thud after a wobble
 
His cap fell off his head and his beard hung dishevelled 
He lay there on the floor all unnerved and puzzled
The act came to a sad end and woke up the little lad
Lil Joe sprang up from bed and exclaimed loudly, “Hey! that's Dad.”

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The Buddha Meets Christmas

In the soft glow of a December moon,
Beneath the banyan tree where silence blooms,
The Buddha sat,
Eyes closed, heart open,
Listening to the whisper of winter's breath.

A star pierced the dark velvet sky,
Its light falling like snowflakes upon the earth.
It spoke not of kingdoms or thrones,
But of a manger’s quiet humility,
Of a child swaddled in simplicity,
Love cradling him like a prayer.

"Peace," murmured the Buddha,
Fingers brushing the earth,
A witness to the stillness within,
The eternal birth of compassion.

Candles flickered in distant windows,
Echoing the Eightfold Path,
Their flames a reminder
Of the suffering they melted away.

The carolers sang of angels,
Voices rising in perfect harmony,
Not unlike the chant of monks
Seeking refuge in their sangha,
Both finding the sacred in the collective.

“What is this day but a moment?”
Buddha pondered,
A single thread in samsara’s weave,
Yet a chance to pause, to breathe,
To drape the world in love's quiet cloth.

So Christmas met the lotus,
Silent joy kissed eternal peace,
And in that union,
The world grew still,
For a breath,
For a lifetime.

Here, wisdom bowed to grace,
And grace to wisdom.

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Horrors of War

Horrors of War

I can see the sky exploding, falling overhead
Filling us with horror and dread
Killing innocent people in the name of religion, race and creed
Or a political agenda for the benefit of a few in the ruling regime
They speak out loudly on TV and in crowds on the street
Advocating free will genocide and won’t accept defeat
The government assumed the role of the villain
Not just murdering soldiers and innocent men but even children
A chosen batch of criminals in public office
We let them go on making war and making money off us 
To support their blood-thirstiness we gave up on our cause
Maybe all our protesting was in total vain
Maybe all along we were just a bunch of wimps.

I can see the dead, I can feel the people’s fear
The endless sorrow and their tears.
The destruction of mankind
Property and nature as a whole 
That has got the world reeling in its loss 
I can feel the people’s righteous anger held at a great cost
Smoggy clouds of smoke and dust where it used to be blue.

Now, how much is a soldier’s tears worth
Ten yards for a dead heart
A thousand dollars payday for a lost leg
While the movies make it seem noble
Keeping the gut, gore and horrors down to the minimum
But for the men and women, we lose over and over again
Till the horrors without, shade the horrors within
And for those who come back, never come back again the same
How much do you think It’s worth? 
When will we realise the damage it causes? 
When will we obliterate hate, strife and discord?
When will we live in harmony and peace in this world?
In the name of the brotherhood of mankind as one.

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If I Could Love Thee

  

If I could love thee in a thousand ways
The warmth of the sun's rays on chilly climes
Refreshingly cool breeze on humid days
As the soothing music during bedtimes

Your safe shelter amidst torrential rain
Limitless such as the deep blue ocean
A blazing wildfire that is out of rein
A serenading lover in motion

Fervour of the river to meet the sea
Butterflies drawn to colourful flowers
Dancing on a moonlit night, you and me
Nature’s resurrection after showers

Love is a kaleidoscope of colours
Beloved’s portrait in watercolours

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What Love Means

 
 
Love is the splendour that mystifies me
A rainbow in the sky colours my mind
Rapture bosom in high-spirited glee
Blind by passion, beloved we enshrined

Romance, Zephyr on a hot humid day
Dawn of spring after each winter season
As butterflies draw toward flowers way
Lovers seek closeness for any reason

Amor, a warm bright light within our heart
Set ablaze or calmed at our partner’s touch
Twin flames share deeper connections by heart
True love grows yet stronger with time as such

Two souls entwine kin to fine tapestry
Soul mates share eternal love happily

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Hollow Existence

Oh ! what hollow lives we lead
Gazing at our screens
Like robots on automation 
Avoiding  human contact
Losing touch with nature 
Basking in the sunlight 
Or submerging in moonbeams 
Dancing with the waves
Or playing on the greens 
In the digital world 
We flirt with virtual lovers
Far from reality
Who are not what they seem 
Oh! What a facade 
What a hollow existence we live!