Education

For some a burden a legacy,
For some a fruit of desire,
For some a gift of valuables
For some a passion of fire.

It goes different for all of us,
To you aint what to me it is,
May be for you it starts,
For me where it cease.

It can be a burden for life long,
It can be a jack too,
It is just an accessory,
It is you who got to do.

Its pleasure pride and journey,
Of your sole and emotion,
Bread is not the only reason
To urge for EDUCATION.

A TRIBUTE TO SOMEONE I NEVER SAW

THOUGH I NEVER SAW YOU
AND YOU TOO DON’T KNOW ME,
BUT TODAY WHEN I READ YOUR WORKS
I REALLY HOPE I COULD HAVE SEE THEE.


I READ YOUR POEMS SUCH AS,
VEIL & IF,
AND KNEW THE POWER YOU HAD
WHICH MADE ME BELIVE.


HOW NICE YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
HOW PLEASANT YOUR THOUGHTS MIGHT BE,
THAT MUST HAVE BEEN THE REASON WHY,
GOD MADE YOUR SOUL FREE

MAY BE YOU WERE NOT FIT FOR THIS,
CRUEL UNPLESENT AND HARSH LAND,
MAY BE YOU BELONG TO SOME OTHER WORLD
MAY BE YOU DESERVE SOMO OTHER SAND.


ALL I READ IN YOUR WORK,
LEFT WITH ME A PICTURE WHICH SHOW
A GIRL SO YOUNG KNEW A LOT,
WHICH IS ENOUGH FOR ALL TO BOW.


This poem is dedicated to SANGITA DAS, a very honest poet though I never got the privilege to meet her but have read her poems and saw the honesty in her work and her deep knowledge about each and every word she jots down. She is no more with us but I hope and pray to god that this prodigious talent always remain intact wherever her soul may be. MAY HER SOUL REST IN PEACE. AMIN.

Cloud I Saw.

When I look up the sky,
I could see white clouds around,
Floating down to the east
Slow, silent & sound.

They are not concerned of world,
They don’t care of anything
They continue their journey,
And walk with dignity of their being.

Soon, I know, they will come to you
And rest at your part of the sky,
You may notice them or may not
You may feel, as did I.

I was thinking why can’t we,
Be as free as they are
And cross these thousand miles,
And need not remain so far.

Why can’t we not care?
Of what people say about us
Why can’t we keep ourselves?
Out of this worldly fuss.

When GOD is the mentor of both
- Me & the roaming cloud,
Why am I trapped here?
Why is it not bound?

Imagine if you and I,
Can be as free as they
Can see each other anytime,
And be on the same way

No doubts, the clouds end somewhere
And fall down in form of rain,
But we should not forget, they form
Clouds to meet their dear ones again.

Can one answer, why are we
Clutched by these worldly jaws
Can’t we live our lives?
As free as the CLOUD I SAW.

manquer me

I feel very alone...
Whenever I look at the sky,
Many words trouble me
Dont ask me why...

God knows what to say
I dont Know what to think,
Life changes every momet
Infact at every BLINK...

Every moment you have
People Around you
But when it comes to being together
Rarely there are FEW

You feel like Hidding yourself
in your own Shell
This Place seems nothing better
Than a Luxurious hell

Integrity,Honesty & Values
Are the words with which they start
But these are only good to speak
Rarely from Heart...

None is bothered for you
Till you become a so-called 'NAME'
The only thing you get free here
is BLAME.........

People want to be popular
All they need is fame
'Pull people & climb the ladder'
is the THUMBRULE of the game

They bother not to know you,
Before framing a view
And stick to it for rest of their life,
Without knowing who actually are YOU!!!

Promises are made everyday,
And kept for hours or two
And then again a new one is made
But with someone NEW...

People wont allow you
to be what you are
& gradually you'll forget yourself
And run away far...

Soon i believe People will
Start buying Smiles
& a day will come,
When you will be

Away From urself for miles............