Wednesday, 14 January 2015


This road across the river bed
Makes me remember
Time has passage
For livelihood
For home
With sequence of events
And this river
Turns into a stream,
Again in rainy season
It turns to a monster river.

I stand at one bank and other bank
Is visible as if it is
Parallel line far away
With pillars being constructed
For a long concrete bridge
Along breadth of the river
All objects and all shadows
Just make matter motto:
Cross the river, and reduced the distance
For journey we pertain everyday
For living in busy sprain
We are facing daily like
Nailing a wooden block                                       
For building a make- shift bridge
We are walking on time and again.

The Subarnarekha stays with life and time. 


In one winter morning this year,
I stand upon a make-shift wooden bridge
Upon the flowing of the river, Subarnarekha,
Sunlight sparkling on waters
Light-bubbles dancing,
Looping and pulling time and tide alongside.
Moving fast with bouncing waves,
Glittering episode of life just survives with joy
Sharing and glowing with great integration.

I come here sixty years later
Of my childhood, and that time I stood here,
Played with water and sand,
And childhood memories do not mess
With present happenings, all are going
With anchor and shore,
With distance and dream,

The river Subarnarekha flowing with gleam. 

Note: This poem is written in celebrating Thursday poets Rally, Five Year Anniversary ,  Week 79, January 14 - 27, 2015, i.e. January 14, 2010 -January 14, 2015.

Friday, 2 January 2015


Winter morning
Tourists throng to enjoy sea
Wave in this New Year
The sun hides in the cloud

To see the tide and the pride.