The beautiful childhood!!!

Don’t block 

The road

Of the beautiful childhood. 

Oops!

How ridiculous thought!

The time

Can’t return 

Just hold the memory 

With crescent charm

The flying mind.

With golden kites 

Myriad hues of mind

Letter to all

Don’t miss the pool

Of the colourful childhood. 

Happy rhyme

The sun smiles

A Shimmering part of life

Can’t be lost forever 

Make the golden canvas, at last.

YOU ARE THE BEGINNING

Your soul is a boundless sky,

Its stars are ever watchful, never sleeping,

Like silver flowers in an indigo field.

The garden where our souls met,

Beneath a canopy of fire that doesn’t burn the skin,

But warms the depths of our being.

In the gentle sway of your spirit 

and the light of your gaze, I see the dance of shadows,

When the soft twilight of your presence 

meets the golden light of dawn,

Victorying over every night with a radiant smile.

You are the beginning and the end,

When the world remains a mountain shrouded in mist,

And the road is long and winding through the forest of time,

Your heart has become the melody of my blossoms,

The pulse of the hidden stream 

that carries my song to the sea.

You are the music the wind whispers to the leaves,

The song felt before it is heard.

In your serene stillness,

A captivating beauty is revealed, 

like a wildflower at midnight.

A beauty that glows with a faint, burning flame. 

It is a spirit that rises and stretches 

until it touches the edge of infinity.

I see you in the purity of morning dew,

Water as clear as a mountain spring,

A spirit as wild as the west wind.

Our love is an ocean without limits,

Without a bottom, sweet and eternal.

In the features of your face, 

in the light of your eyes, 

I find the beginning and end of every path.

You are the first breath in our journey,

And the radiance of all that is written for us to be.

Your spirit is the beginning and end of my path.

Good morning with good wishes

By

Manik Chakraborty. 

Good morning with good wishes

The colorful morning light,

Let the earth rise with laughter again

Let the blackness be erased.

Flowers will bloom with the song of birds

Bees will run,

Flying in confusion

They will steal the honey from the flowers

The wind will blow, the sky will be colored

With the murmur of the river,

Nature will laugh again

With the song of the fisherman

Love without tears

I have built a house on the desert sands 

My chest is filled with lamentation, 

Love without tears is a dream of broken happiness. 

The firefly bird in the darkness 

Is flying in search of light, 

The fire of treachery burns gunpowder 

My heart is burning. 

Seeing the glow in the blue sky 

A bird awake at night, 

Waiting for it to come, 

I live daily looking for the way. 

The artist is painting a picture in the folds of her red saree, 

That lost magic 

Is calling me closer

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Last night the beast of burden

preyed on darkness

the sinister weaving of mind

came into distinct presence

in a hill town, as  clouds rumbled

under black skies

Were  man and animal in conflict?

Or was it just the ghost stalking 

a town in the landscape of the wind,

sky and torrents of ghostliness?

Shillong you will never change,

ever since I knew you; to run 

through your streets in the darkness

of skies and only the call of the fox;

in wilderness of strange forests,

A terror stricken solitude…

I felt your shadow following me

as I ran home with footprints 

left behind. The moon slowly 

withered into a crescent as 

the hills were comatose

Years later I heard of 

the ghost and the bowler hatted 

horseman; as horse hooves rent night skies

Do you remember how the dark

forests groaned under the toiling

radiance of your sun, as winter moved

into bursts of cloudy seas?

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years.

Diet chart

 

What you feed on 

So that your body keeps moving 

Is your food 

And what keeps it 

In good trim are your thoughts .

Your stomach is not hungry alone 

Your mind too 

Feeds on certain ideas

What you entertain and take in

Is also a part of your daily diet 

All the ideas that generate in your mind 

Or which strike your mind 

From outside 

Look at the type of thoughts 

You find delicious 

Evil is a great delicacy 

Foul  deeds smell so sweet 

You do not need as many arguments

To commit a crime 

As you need to keep you  away from it

We are healthy on the basis 

Of what we eat

We are happy on the basis of 

What we intake as thoughts 

Together they form a complete man

Our focus is on fruit, calories, 

Vitamins, Calcium etc 

But we make extra use of our brain too 

Which is rivetted on artificial joys,

Making merry and go happy.

Body is healthy, but mind is sick 

The thoughts it needs are missing 

We are on a decadent diet 

Dwindling by the  day 

As human beings..

Dr. Jernail S. Anand is a poet and philosopher from India.

I Wish I Were A Mermaid

I remember the sun glistening on the waves going down to the sea. 

I hope to see whales coming up for air.

I think of the sea horse way down the sea.,

Sea dragons gliding across the sea floor.

Even the sea plants dance with the sea.

Oh! If I could go down the sea like a little mermaid dancing around 

the coral with swaying sea weeds.

As a little mermaid I ask the seahorse for a small ride.

Oh! What beauty I could see down into the sea.