Away from the madding crowd!!!!!

  walking through a path of foggy ethereal air

my thoughts go gliding on gossamer wings,as if in eclair

idling down a village road,through an alley

strange indeed is this land to a stranger like me

i loved the path,with an old banyan tree

and a mustard field besieging it.

gorgeous like undulating yellow waves of sea

the mustard field smiled and welcomed me.

was it a smile of happiness or was it a silent gremace

they perish to add spice in our life ,

with silent anguish but selfless tranquility

far away from cities' pomp and glory,

this strange place cast its magical spell on me

with VIBGYOR bangles and auspicious red on her forehead

the western sky was dressed like a newly wed

she had So much to express,

but everything was left unsaid

The Whistlestop

Whis

some things in life,we never forget

some dreams in life,we wish to get

a tune that swayed in the air

perhaps i lost the lyrics somewhere

i remember a winter from my childhood days

a small little house where sunshine smiled always

a school girl wrapped with muffler and blazer

waiting for her school bus,along with her father

There was no other creature

That saw what I could see--

I stood and watched the evening star

As long as it watched me.

after slogging the whole day in office

i close my eyes to smell the pine leaves

The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

a church in kurseong i still remember

the carrols played dere on 25th december

the jingles made by icy winds

memories of my life i can never rescind

I treasure sweet old memories

As time goes swiftly by.

A few bring smiles of happiness

And some tears to the eye.

Take Me Away!!!!!!!!!!!!!

take me away to the day,

when sunshine smiled in the midst of rain

when your love wiped away all my pains

take me away to those wonderful days

far away from this life

where eternal love was all i had

a wooden house,a fireplace

when sky seemed scarlet however we gaze

when we talkd again and again

when we walked; our hand in hand

take me back to those days

some angels eyes told me a tale

a princess' life and her happy days

some white lilies and an arm so warm

my heaven was there in his arm

it seemed like a wonder of a fairytale

we could not see the future but perhaps we feared

take me away take me away

steal me away steal me away

make me a part of ur life

to love you everyday

............................................

a bit of dream, a spice of truth and perhaps a pinch of fantasy........

kichu swapno,kichu sotti,kichuta abar sudhui kolpona..........
a bit of dream, a spice of truth and perhaps a pinch of fantasy........
a perfect blend that makes our life .
Why do we fantasize?????
perhaps because of a dream
which we want to live in reality.

i often close my eyes
To dream a life i want to live.......
A white horse perhaps is what i see,
A prince beside it,he bent his knees
with ninetynine red roses he proposes me..................
riding with him to a world of peace
where Love was the ruler
and HATRED was a myth.......

Darkness replaces roseate sky
VIBGYOR reverberate on morning dew,hills had a dream to fly
a falls that cascaded like an angel's dress
a  butterfly encompassing a daffodil ,
 prancing to impress

is it a dream , a truth or a fantasy????????????

LOVE

Love..........
a rainbow hued butterfly
that sprinkles colours in our life.

a feeling so deep,an eternal bliss
like a bustling river that,
amalgamates into the mist

a gentle word like a spark of light
very LIVELY yet so much PERISHED n DEAD....
so HAPPY yet there's sumthng tht KILLS u everyday..

a warm hug dat wraps u up,
on a chiling winter night
a roses' pout,a scarlet mouth
that gives meaning to our life.

a gift of joy to our heart,
we have never felt before,
with each touch of his hand,
you love him more and more.

Abstract ME!!!!!!!!!!

An abstract thought keeps me going
im not sure wat is it im thinking
perhaps my childhood which i want back
my grandpa's story and my granny's lap


i misplaced some important paper,
i started searching my drawer
an old maths book peeped from inside
pictures from my childhood suddenly stride
Left back in the maths book by chance ...
 A lost poem written by naive hands ..


fungi wrapped crayons blue green and red 
meddled as an intruder 
but sprinkled colours of my childhood days.


an unexpected shower in d midst of may
i lied on my bed and,
listened to the rain


One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
One might not know that memories had place
if wrinkles didnt appear in heart's face.


an evening together with my family
ma bapi dida dadu and misti mashi
the game of carram with subra,tinni and deep
memories from childhood i love to live


A busy evening in a traffic jam ... 
In my bustling of kolkata ...
 I suddenly find a song
A song that sang of hedges and its lawns,
That grand old city where I was born;


"stories from many land" --i loved the book
it talked about fairies and daughter of the moon
Taking a walk on memory lane
is where I want you to come along.