MASK...

Opaque foggy shroud
occluding the horizon.
Even day dons mask.....

FICKLENESS...

When life sends cold breeze,
heart craves for sweet petrichor.
Fickleness, what else !!

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DREAM...

The matin you sang,
mellow notes merged with my dreams,
and a teardrop smiled

A dream lurks nearby,

waiting for sleep to awake,

weaving a story.

WHEN WIND CHIMES....

Anticipating
a breezy love-laced autumn,
the glum soul frolicked .

Never could define,
but wrote poems and paeans .
Love is so complex.

Day, night, sun and moon.
Love, dislike, self-pride and warmth.
How inevitable !!

Life sails unhindered,

so do I, with my luggage.

Intrigued, unfatigued.

When wind chimes in sync,

when moon shines and stars twinkle,

don't ask, just soak up.

A MATCHLESS CONCOCTION......

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Misty envelope,

drop of sunray in coffee,

matchless concoction.....

A nip in the air,

ray's warmth caressing my cheeks,

makes life worth living ................

The leaves lodged amid

the dry chilly wintry wind,

collect the dewdrops....

 Day beckons twilight,

drop of sunset in coffee,

matchless concoction....

pic- Aparna Bose

( Haiku, originally a Japanese poetry form in English,is basically a short poem which uses different imageries to describe the nature or season.Nowadays Haiku is a very popular form and is written using other themes also. It has 17 syllables in the form  5-7-5 .)

REALIZATION....

You were always there,
shrouded yet resonating.
The 'me' in myself........

DOWNPOUR...

Mystical grey clouds,

mind deluged with memories,

raindrops drench my heart......

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SOMETIMES.....

Sometimes

When I look at you,

with an awed expression,

at the limitlessness,

beyond my comprehension....

Sometimes

When I look at you,

your cosmic and starry mystery,

your aura so prevailing,

rainbows and stars weaving a tapestry...

You know

I yearn for that vastness,

little bit of power and light,

I want to drink a concoction,

of milky ways and moonlight.

I want that eternal sunshine

in my heart to shine bright...

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THAT MOMENT AND US.......

That moment and us
Wordless and fascinating
Unmatchable treasure.........

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Myriad images from past
Mind shrouded in various hues
Teardrops, happy and sad........

Boundless, blabbering

Yes, thoughts where you always dwell

Soulmates, nothing less....

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Wind hums, sweet something

Unknown notes yet musical

Autumn, is that you ?.....

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LOVE HAPPENS...ALWAYS

Feelings unfathomed,
Unwritten and unspoken,
Love happens...always...






Pic-Pemayangtse Monastery , West Sikkim
Aparna Bose








Nomad heart and mind,
surging complexities,
Life goes on, sails on...

      

Pic-Pemayangtse Monastery , West Sikkim

Aparna Bose

The incessant rains,
Umpteen thoughts drenched to the skin,
Satiated soul....





Pic- Kolkata Rains
Aparna Bose

YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE IN MY DREAMS...

I miss those expanse

of greens and plains

the merriments and picnics

bicycle rides in the rains

 I miss the Brahmaputra

the surges and the roars

remembrances of vibrant boats

the child in me still adores

Rhinos with imprudent faces
and the regal elephants
gigantic yet disciplined
  obeying mahut’s commands

 I miss the tributaries

rivulets and meandering streams

pebbles in various hues

Assam, you’re always there in my dreams

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SYMPHONY...

That path

paved with thorns

and velvety flora

led not to the oblivion

but to your heart

My heart
and my mind
their sameness
in rhythm and lyrics
created one symphony
core was you..

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IT SUDDENLY RAINS.........

Those slanted clouds

grey and black

images and lines

are you back?

They look so familiar

floating by

I try to decipher

and they comply

I close my eyes

try to assemble

one by one , I solve

and decode the jumble

A gift from heaven

your name on the blue

It unexpectedly rains

downpour brings you

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LOVE IS LIKE RED WINE

Life is short

not that short

for you and me

to dream together

Together we dream

about melancholy and melody

about meandering rivulets

shells that we gather

Gather we do

in this short span

conflicts and compliance

our love need not bother

Bother does He

about defeats and attainments

If we breathe together

challenges will not smother

Smother or kill

our love sparkles and tastes

with all the cataclysms

like that red wine

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BLACK

To think that the visually impaired people cannot see the beauty or for that matter the ugliness around them is completely wrong. Even though they cannot, are they really missing out on too much? Is not it true that with these two eyes all that we see around us is filth, lie and distress  .

Many years ago,I had the privilege of visiting the Behala Blind School , in Kolkata . Soon after entering the pious institution I had realised that these children were in no way 'less' than us.The most awe-inspiring thing was the way they were singing and dancing in total sync with the rhythm like normal people. They were climbing and descending the stairs without missing a step.And they were reading and reciting in an impeccable manner, in every way like the children destined to be the future of India. I failed to gather my courage at that point of time even to ask them how did they assume or imagine everything ? Like the shape or the colour of the sun, the moon and the rainbow !!

I clearly remember, that day, despite spending two hours with them I could not ask  even a single question to the undaunted souls who stood smiling in the face of adversity. But I understood that the people with disabilities are the same as everyone else.  It is not unusual for someone with a disability to have talents, skills, and abilities. Some of them are in fact more than perfect, more normal than us.With queries abound, and diminished courage I had returned home that day.

A small tribute- 'BLACK'

Scintillating stars,are they blue and scattered?

sun must be bright and orange and red

moon changes shape ,how I wonder!

the planets are roaming unhindered

When rain pours down on me

I can feel the splendour

when water splashes,splatters around

I feel so blessed and pampered

Mountains are serene and not concrete jungles

pleasant are the notes of the encircling winds

I enjoy the cacophony of birds in the balcony

whether they fought chirped or giggled

I love the warmth of light

when gleaming they say its yellow hued

but my favourite is black,the colour I can see

the colour of darkness, I have always admired

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THE SCENT OF RAIN.......

When you come

unannounced,

pouring your love
nonchalantly
that scent, the petrichor
and the smiling leaves
keep me awake.
Though I sleep a little bit,
again in the morning
when I see your smiling face
I wonder, was it really you
in my dreams,
painting on the window pane!!

When you are around
the mild chill in the air
beckons the singer in me,
the silence around me
plays the rhythm I need.
The silvery shiny soothing droplets
enthuse the romantic in me,
and your unequalled fervour
alters everything that’s acidic.
That the snoring of my beloved
seems like an awing country music……
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Rain is a beautiful thing........ indeed

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SEND SOME RAIN, SEND SOME LOVE..........

I always find this straight line (apparently) separating the sky from the earth, a line which is adorably called  'horizon' , very inspiring but frustratingly unattainable...What could be the reason ? Quite possibly, my past rather our past is hiding beyond that line!! The magnetic pull that I experience everytime I am on my balcony could be because of that past - childhood, adolescence, youth et al....the best moments, unquestionably. I strongly believe time never stops, never ends ...it either dons the garb of your past,or your present or lurks around every corner as your future,  not always with an intention to harm you though...We can try and beckon some moments from the past, no !! I  reckon , time has ears and a heart...( blabbering again ??...nooooo) 

The line where the twain meet

the green and the blue

beyond that?

Resides the girl that was me

my Cinderella shoes and 

my Snowwhite frock,

satin ribbons and lacy roses,

warmth of hand-knitted sweaters,

the dreams in all shades,

the fireflies which shone like stars,

the glistening droplets on the Taro leaves.

The clouds that were mine once

are now playing hide and seek .

Somewhere behind that curtain

is hiding the messenger boy,

and the droplets that melt relentlessly 

into streams of profound joy 

My heart beckons you little girl

please come or send some love

the soul is thirsty and earth is parched

send some rain,send some love

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A YELLOW FEATHER.........

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When I saw those yellow birds

Amidst the hustle-bustle of life

My heart , now a yellow feather

Flew away ,far away from the strife

The soulful, sonorous, sonnet of the wind

The cheery,chirpy,chatter of the birds

The mellifluous, melodious,monologue of the leaves

The little feather scribbles all those words

A refreshing refuge that I discovered

Will be an abode away from home

The soulmates, my treasure, only I will know

Let everyone think I am a gnome.

The soulful, sonorous, sonnet of the wind

The cheery,chirpy,chatter of the birds

The mellifluous, melodious,monologue of the leaves

The little feather scribbles all those words

LIFE AFTER DEATH.........

There is an easel

My priceless treasure

And a canvas of my life

mounted on it,eternally,forever

The colours ,paintbrush and palette

are nothing but my memories

And once that rainbow

that I desire to paint

is flawlessly done

I'll preserve it,not let it taint

A day,when I am no more,and

you seek my soul in that rainbow

That would be

My life after death...

I might have forgotten

The recent conversations

But those moments ,those rains,

those jam-packed streets and trains,

when you held my hand and

the warmth of that kiss

you planted on my forehead !

Felt like a blessing, a bliss... 

So stay near me,do not go away

when that final moment arrives

For I will live there till eternity

lovingly sealed in your eyes...

That would be

My life after death..

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BEYOND THE OVERCAST SKY........

Life is
Not always stars and roses
Or enjoying the sea shore
Not always spring
Or the rains I adore
Not even the luxury of
Whiling away the evenings
Lost in meaningless thoughts
And randomly splatter paintings

Life is
Walking that extra mile
befriending the excruciating blisters
When at the end of the day
Sunshine makes way and sky shimmers
Also, that special glass of water
Which makes the long day
Worthwhile with its flavour
And my lips recite and pray
Often looking at thou
In your eyes, telling myself
Beyond the overcast sky
There is a rainbow and an elf……..