Monday, November 29, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

My pilgrimmage

Once upon a time there was a river. She was young ,playful and she was loving.When I saw her I fell in love with her .She sang for me in the moonlit night and I cried.I embraced her and she cooled my burning passion. She had a beautiful name: PHOLGU...a beautiful name indeed. Like every morning I went to her to take my dip in her heart.

Pholgu was dry.There was no water. A sad, excruciatingly painful sterility
throughout. some one eyed crow was painfully crying on one dry branch of a tree " we have been cursed ....we have been cursed for a little mistake we made". I went down the Ghat ,walked straight to the middle of my beloved , sat down and wept . Suddenly I heard a whisper " Dont cry, my darling dont cry. dig my heart with your bare hands and see what happens." Madly I started to dig and ,THERE...
there ...crystal clear cool water. I Drank, I splashed my beloved pholgu all over me .I cried I laughed.I danced.

Not far away from Pholgu in Gaya there was a tree.People call it Bodhi tree because Siddhartha meditated under that tree and was enlightened.
The enlightenment was about the way people could get away from unhappiness. I sat there in the same place under the tree and soon I was not doing anything. I was not even thinking about myself. Evening came.
Soon I discovered myself surrounded by the mediators ,eyes half closed , palms resting on the lap ,serene face. It was time for me to get back to my place of night halt. Iwent inside the temple.
It seemed Buddha understood my inner turmoil about Pholgu.
Buddha smiled. A smile which means " Impermanence of life and to be non attached '
I understood and my suffering for my cursed beloved who was dry on the surface but so soothing underneath,has gone.I am free from from my unhappiness
Free from the frustration of the ruggedness of gaya's roads, free from the so called poverty, free from the lack of convenience,free from the soliciting thai girls on the street corner .
Someday again I shall visit my Beloved and I believe that day I shall get my pholgu back as playfully young as she was in the ancient times.
I returned from my pilgrimage as a free man .

Monday, November 15, 2010

Akash bhora ( glory to the sky)

Glory to the sky
that is filled with stars
adored with sun,
life throbs in the universe
and my song is so amazed.
That turbulence of time
which swings in the world
makes me wild in my veins,
and my song is so amazed

on my way to the forest
I stepped on to the grass
the jasmine fragrance
overwhelms my soul,
joy is spread all around
and my song is so amazed.

I listen ,I gaze
I pour my heart into the world
looking for the unknown
into the known
and my song is so amazed.

Rabindranath Thakur ( tagore)

( the song is posted )

Aakash Bhara Surya Tara - Sagar Sen

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

My everlasting friend

Oh my everlasting friend
do not desert me
oh please do not,
In this deep forest of worldly life.

give me courage
give me support
stay , stay , with me
my friend.

Be wealth to a beggar
Be the strength to the weak
be a lord to the helpless.

Make me strong
as I lost all my strength
my everlasting friend.

( a poem of love and spiritualism)

**** The song follows

Monday, November 8, 2010

Chirosakha he........ rabindra sangeet

In a dark night

In a deep dark night
One lonely beggar
rambles and
mumbles saying
" please,Oh please
let me understand.
I am your son of light,
yet you spread the dark blanket
in front of me
and hide your own face behind.
Here I bang my head mournfully.

In a sunset darkness
you keep writing letters.
Teach me ,
oh teach me ,what they mean.
The flute of your soul
plays so many tunes
for so many days.....
and today is that day
you play your final song

( this is a song written originally in Bengali
By the famous poet Rabindranath Thakur ( tagore)
I consider myself a hopeless translator
but possibly to my hearts content I have recreated.)

Friday, November 5, 2010


Oh yes
I love Diwali....
Love it with all passion.
I love the show,the display
and over and above I love the sound.
In our building complex
some rich men spend lakhs for the firecrackers.
I just love it
I envy them
For one night delight they do not hesitate to
kill little jasmines,little tender poppies in the
balcony gardens .
They do not hesitate to frighten the little domestic animals
they do not hesitate to damage the general health
of their old and infirm neighbours ,little babies.
Well ,They have money .Who is going to stop them
burning their money.
Who ?????? The law enforcement agency???
Having bribed they retire scratching their backside
with a bottle of best Phoren whisky.
They Government agencies would rather BAN books or art films
than banning Explosives or crackers harmful for the whole society.
I am apathetic. I am delighted at my apathy. I know I have nothing to do
I know I cannot do anything.
So I am happy.
I fucked the famous film actress last night
who said in a news channel" Bom potka na holay dewali bolay monei hoina" ( Without explosives and crackkers Dewali is Meaningless)
I am delighted and contented now!!!