Everything is there

But a new experienceIs there at every momentThat can’t be denied.The sky is under our control,We are here to declared.Come on dear, and watch the Absolute.

My heaven my earth,I find everything here.Again and againI am coming, and inSo many forms, I am here,As directed by nature.I am here on this earth,I am there in this home.I get everything hereI wish my very birth.I breathe air, drink water,I live here without fear.

I see going awayBut to whereI know not.I also know notFrom whereThey are allComing to this placeAnd for why.I believeI am absolved.Here I am with meI am seen andAlso unseen withMy energy and timeWith my safety and intimacyWith my voice and confidence.And I enjoy all the opportunitiesTo see the world and tell allSomething new for…

You replied.And what is a game?I asked again.And you haveNothing to replied.Oh no,I can’t tolerateYour silence.Dear men,Do something,Tell somethingThat’s all game!

Pabana gauchhi geeta,Mati upare paduchhi paani,Phula sahita gachha dudika hasuchhanti,Mate dekhi khatei heuchhi aakashaAaukahuchhi gapa thila au nathilankara,Udaya surya sahita mu marijaichhi,Mu marichhi purna chandra sahita,Samudra sahita mu marichhiJeumaane achhanti mo sangare.Khusire achhi mo kabita sahita,Sara dina banchichhi kintuNahin jane bi kahibaaku bidaya.This is a translation of the poemI Am Dead And StillbyGajanan Mishra

Smile wavesAll around me.Come aroundAnd follow me,Follow me seaAll around delight.

And in natureIt is many.And as you wishYou createAnd what you createOnly known to you.

We know the truth is for all good.

From very birthTo death.

Are total wastesThe valuable energyOf lifetime?What is the use ofLife then?What is the use ofWife, family, home,Country and community?What is the meaning ofLove, friendship?Where is the truthAnd where is the eternity? ?

Not wanting.And indeed,You are hereFor nothing.Nothing would happen,In your absence.Tell meWhat is happeningIn your presence?Let me clear the pictureThat is pleasingEven without you.

But I am not to hate white,White the creator of black.White and white,I love all that are white.All that are whiteAre with all might.Might is right,And it is reddish.Short or long – no matter,But you are my dearest dear.My dearest dear, come on,I am copper-colored.