Poems and Stories

  Amidst the darkness of British Rule, Amongst the silent pawns, Appears the monarch of the revolution In Cuttack, he was born. The ninth child of Prabhabati Devi, The brave son of the nation Had big dreams of a free India And bigger was his determination. A brilliant student of Calcutta University An ICS star of Bengal Left his job of pleasure and treasure, And became the man of all. The plight of his people, t he fights against the whites Had swayed him from all his desires, He chose to adorn himself with the scars of the struggle For his nation, he embraced the fires. As a Congress leader, he worked for the people But he questioned the Gandhian doctrine "Why should I help those ditchers and cheaters And sacrifice my life and time? "Why should I help, my enemy in war? Why should I extend my cheeks? Just to let them slap me again and again But that's not a fair deal." Although he had point, the party was blind They believed in peace like fools So Bose quit his suppo

  Since I breathed first I was taken to the war, To combat situations And expand home far. I lived in struggles And was brought up in pain, In a crisis, I slept In all disdain. When something was good I was dismissed, When something went wrong I was summoned. Never was I asked What I actually need Only to fulfil duties I was called When I was passing Through all traumas in life None came beside me To stand and provide The patting that I needed To be live again and powered I was being bullied By my fate so coward Yet I smiled I had let things go Just to reinforce The armies in snow When people drowned in pressure I was the valve who saved Instilled confidence in them Picked up and raged But I have borne  All the thorn And with tears and a smile Stood like a lovelorn Every day I expected To live life better Seldom it went good But often it scattered And with time the difficulties Kept on increasing And a day such came That fireball came blazing And hit me on head And threw me apart I tri

  One day he met a girl, She smiled but was broken, Grief was stuck in her heart All alive but frozen. He understood from her smile Because it didn't seem true, Although she refrained from expressing But he certainly knew. He smiled on, he supported And supported all along, Never was once he angry Upon her tantrums. One day, as she felt it easy She spoke about her past, He heard it and was so sad That in heart he felt a thrust. She used to love someone Who is now not her anymore He has set his sail  In some other shore But still they maintain a good bond A bond that she rejoices But somehow by some old emotions She never lets her choices A choice to be better Just wishes to bear pain But this state of mind Has created a disdain In the guy, who was trying  To reduce her worries Help her with emotions And apex her with studies. He understood and was ready To take a challenge hard To make her come out and become steady From a broken piece into a nerd. He made her laugh, he made her fe

  Every day, I do meet her  Beside the old fountain As if two worlds seem to meet Like the priestess and the mountain. And then we have some fun chit chat Which sounds mostly insane But a tiny glimpse of her smiley face Gives me the ordinance, To challenge my life and fight against All the odds that do come, Just that lovely grin of her Turns my heart so warm. Her childish way of talking  And her jolly way of life, Sometimes teaches me a lot With a passion, how to thrive. She might be a little younger But matured by wit she is I feel lucky to be with her I feel so happy and pleased. And trust me I have never seen So humble a person before The owner of endless talents Like a mermaid sitting ashore. She never grudges, nor abuses However hard the situation be As if like an angel, she teaches me How to be calm and free. People might not understand her But she is indeed a living gold I always wish to sit by her And listen to her stories untold. But we all know that precious things Come for

  After long days in the valley I have seen the leaves smile, The birds sing, the bees hum And glee on the face of time. The battle with winter is over And we have mediated in peace As the ice has molten into water By the sunray's first kiss. As if the grey-white canvas of nature Has been touched by a colour brush Maybe from the heavens above Or maybe, from the season's rush. The part of the cold play is over by now So the new characters have stepped in And instilled in us a sense of pleasure A wish that was long unseen. The bright light has bathed horizons And adorned nature with gold More precious than what Midas had That frolic can behold. The air is slightly warm by now With ice nowhere to be seen Just the touch of happiness On the velvet of the meadows green Butterflies carry the letter from future A future with fun etched in The bright blue skies with white soft clouds Look down and perhaps, grin. The big oak tree, who stood so weak Has now flexed its branches, The tiny g

  When your ship will depart from the dock, And sail past the lighthouse rock And be ready to be tossed by the mighty waves Would you turn back and wave me goodbye? Would you also have tears, as I do in my eyes? Would you also feel the pain? Thrusting your heart, choking your throat? Would you also feel the urge? To return to shore by boat? Well, I know you wouldn't And why should even you feel To come back to your friend so old And never break the deal? A deal that we had made long ago When you and I were children To never depart, come what so may But today, You have ridden Yourself, from our memories The golden times spent in the garden When we had nothing to miss Just the nature was our guardian. The songs of frolic, the yells of joy Still standing and  waving ahoy! We have indeed grown up And have learnt to kill ourself And replace the innocence of a child With the maturity of age. But what about our bond? How can that grow so weak? And be so rough and lifeless And tossed in th

  Every dusk as the sun sets Spreading out its orange blanket, On the bedsheet of the azure wide I could see her shadow. On the top of the roof nearby Gently strolling at her own pace As grazes a peaceful sheep Among the vast green meadows. I could say from her silhouette That she must be the owner Of the most precious jewel, That the world has ever seen. I don't know who she actually is Or what she indeed wants to be But if beauty is an empire Then she is its queen. Like a cheerful butterfly Like a fresh gust of wind Like a spell of magic She walks along the railings. I swear had I been The master of poets I would have finished my ink In the act of her praising. Is she a fairy? , is she an angel? Or is she a Goddess? Who had alighted for us Her presence on the terrace Is just for a few minutes, But my mind beholds her memory For hours and hours. Sometimes she glances, Just for a few seconds But those seconds slow down Into ages in my heart, I know time is cruel But I can even requ