/blog/lonelysoulwalks/?pid=f110 [COLOR darkblue][SIZE 3][I][B]Those who have poisoned you air, and blotted your light out,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, [I]Prasna, The Question,[/I] 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 [I]“Baishe Sraban”[/I], 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.[/B][/I][/SIZE][/COLOR][COLOR firebrick][SIZE 3][I][B]Prasna (Question)Lord, time and again you have sent yourmessengers to this heartless world;and they have asked us to pardon all, to love all,to pluck out of the heart the poisonous rootsof hatred.They are adorable and ever to be remembered.Yet in these dark days from my doorstepI 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 uncheckedin lonely silence the voice of justice chokes?Have I not seen young enthusiasts, in a wild rush,court painful death, knocking against stone wallsin vain?My voice is strangled, dumb my flute,The world is swaddled and lost in a nightmareof 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).[/B][/I][/SIZE][/COLOR] [COLOR darkblue][SIZE 3][I][B]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. [/B][/I][/SIZE][/COLOR] /blog/6324/post_61003.html?pid=f110&m= Picture of the year Sat, 31 Jul 2010 12:31:32 -0800 /blog/6324/post_61003.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_60410.html?pid=f110&m= Don’t forget your nightmaresIt’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 f Sun, 27 Jun 2010 03:37:03 -0800 /blog/6324/post_60410.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_60382.html?pid=f110&m= I call in on youAs 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 cal Fri, 25 Jun 2010 03:49:01 -0800 /blog/6324/post_60382.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_60355.html?pid=f110&m= Porous nightsPorous 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 Wed, 23 Jun 2010 06:32:23 -0800 /blog/6324/post_60355.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_59091.html?pid=f110&m= 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 Sun, 18 Apr 2010 03:58:04 -0800 /blog/6324/post_59091.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_59038.html?pid=f110&m= 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& Wed, 14 Apr 2010 21:33:21 -0800 /blog/6324/post_59038.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_58958.html?pid=f110&m= 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 Sat, 10 Apr 2010 21:38:28 -0800 /blog/6324/post_58958.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_58907.html?pid=f110&m= 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. O Wed, 07 Apr 2010 11:00:12 -0800 /blog/6324/post_58907.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_58669.html?pid=f110&m= The clone of a soulA 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 Wed, 24 Mar 2010 03:55:06 -0800 /blog/6324/post_58669.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_58597.html?pid=f110&m= whose life is it anywayCan a puppet ever live a lifeLiving in a shadow, masked unmasked?Life is to be lived, to traverse throughA journey, towards a destination unknown.Yet we live, yet we dare!Yet we Sun, 21 Mar 2010 04:03:19 -0800 /blog/6324/post_58597.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_58334.html?pid=f110&m= Let me have this handful of life.Let me be born anew;Let me live for a while.Let the chirping birds greet the dawn;Let the shy cheeks of sky be red;Let the new Sun peep in the horizon; Let me gasp the Sat, 06 Mar 2010 12:15:24 -0800 /blog/6324/post_58334.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_58333.html?pid=f110&m= And I rise from the ashes.....And let the phoenix fly. As I aspire to be the phoenix itself,As I live to live or die to die. I aspire to live endlessly;Or till a certain turn of life.Where there will Sat, 06 Mar 2010 11:33:05 -0800 /blog/6324/post_58333.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_57131.html?pid=f110&m= A boy met a girlIt was a cold December night; The winter had taken its stride. The leaves were deserting the branches,And the weather was pale and dry. Neither there was any sign of rain, Nor was ther Sat, 19 Dec 2009 09:59:43 -0800 /blog/6324/post_57131.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_57098.html?pid=f110&m= May the journey be happy.May the journey ever continue.......Be it a return or a start, anew.Let there be happiness unbound; Let there be feelings unfound;May the quest for a new worldBring afresh the Wed, 16 Dec 2009 09:25:10 -0800 /blog/6324/post_57098.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_56893.html?pid=f110&m= Have come back to you ‘Have come back to you. Like a lost child,Returns to his mother.I have come back to you.Lost I was...In the path of darkness.Trust took a backseat; Was ruled by friends tu Tue, 01 Dec 2009 05:49:48 -0800 /blog/6324/post_56893.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_56529.html?pid=f110&m= Paint your love.Ever tried to paint love?If not, Try it once. It’s like painting your own girl;The girl you ever dreamt of. First, draw the outlines, As nicely as her curves.Give her the desired shap Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:15:01 -0800 /blog/6324/post_56529.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_56469.html?pid=f110&m= Home, so sweet.Amidst the jungle of concrete,At the crowd of the skyscrapers, We seek our own home, sweet.We crave for a heavenly abode. Sometimes life becomes so ruthlessAnd a home, own is never buil Sun, 01 Nov 2009 03:06:27 -0800 /blog/6324/post_56469.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_56138.html?pid=f110&m= Happy Birth Day to the Last Emperor of India.Who cares for what age you turned,As it’s just immaterial for what you are.You defeated the age in your own style,And remained as the brightest star in ou Sun, 11 Oct 2009 03:49:17 -0800 /blog/6324/post_56138.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_56137.html?pid=f110&m= The volcano and the windIt was a volcano, barren and dormant, Standing atop the mountain, distant; Having kept all the fires in it, within,Opting for the silence to talk for it. With all its anger, lo Sun, 11 Oct 2009 03:46:58 -0800 /blog/6324/post_56137.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6324/post_56003.html?pid=f110&m= Me and my wishes.....I wish, if my wishes had wings.I wish if they could fly, Up above the sky. Never to fall on earth.Never to knock on anybody’s mind. Never to reach anywhere. Not to convey, my hea Sat, 03 Oct 2009 12:23:53 -0800 /blog/6324/post_56003.html?pid=f110&m=