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Could you, yourself, My Lord! forgive them?
Could you, yourself, My Lord! love them too?
Since my childhood I lived and grown up with Rabindranath Tagore, who has always been my God. My mother used to recite his verses and one particular poem, Prasna, The Question, was and is my most favourite one among them all what I do recite several times every now and then. But ironically the same poem has become a true incident in my real life of late. I was just stunned realizing that!
Today, being “Baishe Sraban”, the death anniversary of the great poet, let me again recite this poem to pay homage to him. So true it has been in my uncompassionate life.
Prasna (Question)
Lord, time and again you have sent your
messengers to this heartless world;
and they have asked us to pardon all, to love all,
to pluck out of the heart the poisonous roots
of hatred.
They are adorable and ever to be remembered.
Yet in these dark days from my doorstep
I have turned them back with an empty salutation.
Have I not myself seen how, under cover of night,
secret violence strikes at helpless innocence,
and the aggression of the mighty unchecked
in lonely silence the voice of justice chokes?
Have I not seen young enthusiasts, in a wild rush,
court painful death, knocking against stone walls
in vain?
My voice is strangled, dumb my flute,
The world is swaddled and lost in a nightmare
of darkness abounding.
And I ask you: those who are poisoning your air, and blotting out your light,
can you forgive them, is your love for them too?
Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 ‒ 7 August 1941) and this poem Prasna (January 26, 1932).
Nothing more needs to be conveyed in the cir cum stances beyond the above unforgettable words of Rabindranath that aptly mirror the anguish of a stunned humanity in the killing fields love and faith.
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Don’t forget your nightmares
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Jun 27, 2010 3:37 am
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Don’t forget your nightmares
It’s not always better-
To forget your nightmares.
Rather it’s better sometimes,
To think of them anew and wise -
And face them all over again -
To quest for the query still remains.....
That why had it happened so,
That you were forced to have it though?
That why had it become like this,
That you had to lose all your bliss?
That why had it come to you only,
When you didn’t intend to act wrongly?
That why had your dreams turned
Into nightmares that made you scared?
It’s not always better to remain awaken,
That you don’t see dreams ever again.
And had there been no dream turned nightmare
You would still have been remaining unaware.
Unaware of the fact that you might have
A lover turned traitor, may still call you a friend.
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I call in on you
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Jun 25, 2010 3:49 am
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I call in on you
As the night crawls, as the dark prevails-
As the warmth vanishes, I call in on you.
As the moment inbounds, as the love unfolds,
As the dreams uncover, I call in on you, my dear!
I call in on you as you uncover your mind,
I call in on you as you bloom with emotions,
I call in on you as you touch the chord,
I call in on you as your love unfurls.
As the night darkens, as you shine brighter,
As you reach the deepest niche, as you love,
As you make love, as you ignite yourself,
As you make me feel, I call in on you, my dear!
I call in on you as my verses unearth,
I call in on you as my love unleashes,
I call in on you as I die in your love,
I call in on you as I live in your love, my love!
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Porous nights
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Jun 23, 2010 6:32 am
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Porous nights
Porous nights often disillusion us.
Vibes keep coming up through words.
Heart-poured love gets a respite.
Unwinding yourself; you laugh and cry.
Soothing tunes enter your heart -
Reminding you the days of togetherness.
Days of undying love with someone far.
Disgruntled present backseats when past beckons.
Missing him you cry a while.
Remembering him you laugh a while.
A friend caring offers a shoulder.
Reposing yourself you yearn to relax.
Fire ignites. Love is made when love itself cries.
Scouring for love you fail to climax.
His face surfaces at your heart.
Splitting your heart it dissects you.
Undetermined, unsettled you long to reach the shore.
A dejected shore goes away from you.
A friend loving turns into a beast.
Defying love touches the deepest niche.
You keep on downing and drowning in him.
And a friend sighs for a lover.........
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Why explain when you won’t be believed
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Apr 18, 2010 3:58 am
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Why explain when you won’t be believed
Tried always to be perspicuous-
In works done, undone;
Words said, unsaid.
But the rose coloured eyes couldn’t see -
That noting was indeed believed though.
Thought of being a saviour -
Tried to cocoon from lies, contrived;
Breeding in the manipulative kingdom.
But a devoted heart couldn’t believe -
That nothing was left to be saved though.
Felt in a solitary heart -
A reciprocal feeling of endearment;
Tried to stretch horizons unbound.
But a bewildered mind couldn’t reason -
That nothing was reciprocated though.
There wasn’t any reason,
Nor was any obligation.
Never sought any explanation
For lack of manifestation.
There wasn’t any use of anything
When nothing is left to be conveyed though.
Someone has rightly said ‒
‘Don’t explain yourself to anyone.......
As the one who likes you,
Doesn’t need it though.
And the one who dislikes you,
Will never believe it though.’
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New Year Greetings
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Apr 14, 2010 9:33 pm
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New Year Greetings
Today is 15th April, 2010, the beginning of Bengali New Year 1417. It’s a very special day for all Bengalis who celebrate it with great joy and ecstasy. Also it’s a big festive time for all the Assamese people who are celebrating their biggest festival of the year “Bohag Bihu”. So, on this occasion I wish to greet all my Bengali and Assamese friends with my heartfelt best wishes and say them ‒ “Shubho Nobo Borsho” and “Rongali Bihur olog jasilu”
Here is one poem in Bengali which is for the Bengali New Year. But I’ve tried to put the English version as well so that it is understandable to all my friends.........
Hese uthuk prithibi,
Aar jhenpe asuk brishti.
Phunte uthuk nuton kunri,
Hokna nuton srishti.
Hathat paowa khunshi
Aar nuton saajer prokriti.
Buliye dik parashmoni-
Diye nuton Kal-Baishakhi.
Bhijiye dik sobar mon,
Aar jhore poruk anando.
Nuton kore benche uthuk -
Nuton rangrer swapno.
Nuton cell a beje uthuk,
Nuton kono ring-tone.
Aaj aar nai to gopon,
Kobekar sei ferari mon.
Munchhe jaak kostogulo,
Aar jome thaka dukkho.
Tobu thak aajo gopon
Moner chokher jal-mukto.
And now the English version :
Let mother earth smile anew-
And let there be downpour of rain.
Let new flower buds bloom,
Let there be new creations again.
Let new found happiness,
And new bedecked nature-
Caress their touchstone
With new tempest and twister.
Let everyone’s heart be moistened,
And let there be new flow of bliss.
Let the new coloured dreams,
Be relived anew in its niche.
Let the new cell play,
Any new ring-tone.
Today the unsettled mind
Is not secret anymore.
Let all the sorrows be wiped out,
And all accumulated glooms.
But still let the water-pearls of
The eyes of heart, be left alone.
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The buck stops with whom?
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Apr 10, 2010 9:38 pm
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The buck stops with whom?
Say something to deny it later.
These days it really doesn’t matter.
So many statements are made so often,
Only for a turn around the other moment.
Shoaib never knew one Maha Ayesha;
But ended up in divorcing the same Apa!
Sivsena first opposed that cross border union;
Turning around again blessed the couple on!
Tharoor refused to live like an average Indian,
Later expressed his loyalty for the cattle class!
Experts are now cheering Sachin loud;
The same people who once ruled him out!
Balasaheb cries foul for BigB one day;
Only to bail him out the other day!
Now play it cool and later give it a duck.
Chidambaram wanted Buddha to stop the buck.
Soon being fiercely ambushed by the Maoists;
Accepts the buck should really stop with him!
Who cares, if matters are dealt with true emotions,
One can always opt for an easy evacuation!
Never mind if they are put on records,
Logics are always there to forget them all.
Do we really have some moral to accept --
That the buck should stop with ourselves?
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Love and War
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Apr 7, 2010 11:00 am
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Love and War
Life often brings you to the crossroad,
To the unknown alleys of destiny;
Where you stop a while, look aback--
Before you lean forward, to move ahead.
Often you have a companion dearest.
Often you feel a caring hand around
With a touch divine, as a special one,
With a feeling unfound, called love!
Again you have, with you around,
So many co-walkers, taking a stroll.
Not so friendly always, not so willing
To let you take your stride, on your own.
The love and the war go hand in hand
With you, always as your foes or friends.
Who to choose from, is not up to you;
It’s the destiny that does it though.
Why do you need to think of it even
When you can’t even have your say?
Better play your part in the larger game;
Be it love, or the war; they are all the same.
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The clone of a soul
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Mar 24, 2010 3:55 am
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The clone of a soul
A soul is submerged in his verses again;
A clone prefers silence to fill in.
His outrageous views become too vocal;
Her silence calms their inner world.
He is as flamboyant as he always is;
She is ever protective, aver afraid.
He prefers to keep his words direct;
She patiently hides in her own self.
Never had she visited his public domain;
Never did he care to think it again.
Never had she put her views public;
Never did he try to reason within.
Yet without her he feels so lonely;
Yet she keeps on loving him immensely.
Never had they known what binds them together;
Only the love unbound brings them closer.
An ever caring clone feels at her heart;
That it shelters a soul in its deepest part.
But the soul fails to acknowledge the fact --
That without his clone could be ever rest?
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Whose life is it anyway?
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Mar 21, 2010 4:03 am
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whose life is it anyway
Can a puppet ever live a life
Living in a shadow, masked unmasked?
Life is to be lived, to traverse through
A journey, towards a destination unknown.
Yet we live, yet we dare!
Yet we live life to the fullest.
Not certainly with a mask on;
Not certainly as a puppet of a game.
Coz we dare, coz we yearn to live.
Coz we love life to the fullest.
Let the life be lived on its own terms,
On our own, being content on its stride.
Not dancing to any ones’ tunes--
Let the tunes be created on their own.
Let all the vibes be owned courageously,
Be it negative or positive or neutral.
An eternal quest will remain
To be answered at the fag end......
A life may have been lived on whichever terms
But whose life is it anyway?
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