Buddha smiles

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.

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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.

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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 .

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

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)

Rabindranath

**** The song follows

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

unknown

unknowable."

( 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.)

Diwali

Oh yes

I love Diwali....

Love it with all passion.

I love the show,the display

and over and above I love the sound.

THE BANGS and THE BOOMS.

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!!!