With love, beauty, romance and lyricism,
Pritish is a poet of Calcutta,
But born at Bhagalpore
Under the pangs of Mira,
Thumri and ghazal,
Feeling love at heart,
Wetting in the pain of it,
But going differently in life
Full of contradictions.
Love, the love of heart,
Love of soul,
He wants to go by,
But the things hold it otherwise
And he mired in earthiness,
The love of the body,
Bodily and physical.
Chained around the neckOr threaded through the nostrilAnd the bear black, black,Blackly-furred or haired,Walking like a monkeyThe four-footed animalBut can stand on feet,Climb a treeWith the backward movementAnd is ferocious tooMay snatch or nailBut it is not like that,A trained bearWhom the master hasBefore bringing it hereFor roadshowsAnd the bear playingThe role of a drunkardGrovelling…
With the melody taking farTo reminiscence and recollectionOf the spent together withAnd the mistake committedIn realizing itThe relationship,The bond of loveWith a tinge of love and missing,Missing and losing.
To be welcomed and greetedBy themTo seek blessings fromThe oldies.
dream Iof my loveat noondaywhen the scorching sunruffles it allI dream ofthe sweet coming of my lovewhen the gulmohars hang byred-red and vermillioned,florid and clustered,fiery red and flamingat noonday
Light and darkness,The history of lightAnd reflection,Light reflecting,Dazzling and glistening,Falling uponAnd flashing.The history of lightAnd with lightThe history of creation,Sound,The break of soundWith the cock-crow and dawn break,The lotus bloomingIn the fresh sunlight.
The communistic pressure,The freedom of speechAnd expressionWhich lies it censuredIn a communist regime.So as a poetHe swings in betweenGandhi and Namboodiripad,Gandhism and communism,With his thesis, anti-thesisDefinitely Gandhi is not India,India not Gandhi,Refuting idolatoryAnd in communismThe leader too not a godBut a superman.
