Bapu,

At what crossroads of lifeAnd in search of artificial happiness,Where have you come to?You smoking, drinking and dancing,Partying and clubbingWhereas I seeing youAll but silentlyAs for how you home, drug-taking beloved.

From far,Speaking local dialects.

It is a song of love, the pain of melody.It is love that calls, it is love that departs, the remnants remain it here, the residues of meaning, love and search.Listen, listen to what the guitar, guitar is saying, saying, the musical accompaniment, the musical accompaniment?Have you, have youSuch a powerful, powerful song, song,Music, music…

Seating and bathing near the small stream waterOn the river-bedBy the side of the dark and lonely manless hamlet,Making him wear the new clothes somehow,Just rounding around,Tearing off the older binds,Making him free from which bindsAnd finally placing him on the wooden pyreWith the logs over,Lighting it and thereafter fire keeps blazing on,Trails of smoking…

I am waiting,Waiting, my love,Love, love,Just for you,JustFor you!

The Cow and the CalfWith Indira and SanjayAnd again the Hand symbolShowing the hand of Indira,Telling ofThe spinning days of the Congress PartyAnd the Congress men.

My alphabetThe alphabet of speech,Sound and sign,Now I know it notHow to write it?

Dark the world,The myths of Creation.Dark is Kali,Dark you,Dark the world,The ways of life.Dark you,Dark the world,Dark is Kali,The myths of Creation.If this be the state,The state of things,The go of the world,If this be…The things continue toBe muffled in,The mysteries laid it not bare,Shrouding it moreThe riddles and the puzzlesVexing the mind and brain,PerplexingWhat…

Aap bhala to jag bhala,If you are good then the world is good,If you are not, the world is not.So, I trying myself to be good,Learning it, how to be good?I in search of the good manBut find it notAs I myself am not good.So, how to be a good man in reality?

With the hands foldedTo the Dark ElementAnd brooding aboutNot sure ofSomething conjured uponThe mind’s plane.The Dark LegAnklettedStood beforeAnd thereafter the Dark Divine,The Dark Form of the Motherly Divine,Mother Kali in a Dark Form,The Dark Goddess,The Dark DivineTesting through supernatural presence.

Want I to chiselIn my poetry.Bhagabati’s cursory eyesDivineTrimmed well.

The Chariot of the Sun-GodDrawn by imaginary white horsesAnd the bars withinIndicating Time and its duration,The sunrise, the noontime and the sunset.The Konark Sun Temple just like a chariot viewOf the view of the world,The Sun-God coming in the morningOn the chariot drawn by white horsesAnd the golden sun falling uponAnd radiating and glistening,The world…

The journal editorsIndulging in mutual admiration and self-praise,One calling another Virgil or HoraceOr Homer,But where Aeneid, where Odes,Where Iliad and Odyssey?The small-small versifiers and rhymers editing journalsCalling themselves great poets and poetesses,Even some have managed to bring out collectionsAs for to be poets or critics somehow,But the common public know not these duplicate fellows,How false…

But is a teacher of Ravenshaw College, CuttackHas My India And Universe, Blossoms of Heart,Where Shall We Turn? and othersAs his volumes of poesy.Poetry is his passion,The verve for creationAnd in pursuance to it, he keeps going,Writing verses in a free-loating way,Styling the stanzasAs per his caprice and whim,Telling of patriotism, myth of the landAnd…

By the stalks,Golden daffodilsYellow and orangeGlistening in the sunAnd shadeWith the bulbs hangingBy the stalks.

The most bad fellow.On reading books none could be a man of lettersOne who reads a few letters of loveCan really be a man to be reckoned with.Where do you search Me,I am by you, all around you,Search you in your heart and soulAnd presume it as the temple of Mine.Having got a cottage thatchedKeep…

Into the ever fresh watersOf the River DayaTo wash off the sins committed,But could it have been?

As have heard about,You try to deliver as fast as canWithout extracting themAs some of have said it so!In this age of internet access, e-mails can be sentBut the letters, I mean envelopes, with the rakhis,Cannot be,You please ask your friendsWho are not so emotionally alive!The rakhi is a bond of love,Reminding the brother of…