Parallel - Pratik Mitra || English poetry || poem || English poem

 Parallel 

Pratik Mitra

From the forgotten avenues of oblivion

one or two sparks of anecdotes

stretch its tongue to touch rings of time

perhaps to check whether your ring

befits or the terms tend to be a failure.

Your engagements fill your ring to the full.

In stead of soul-searching

you have chosen to drool.

In stead of some creative endeavour

you are preoccupied with the pain in the chest

you are after some enzyme.

you chance to look through the window

into the cacophonic busy traffic below

and think yourself to be thoroughly blessed.

The tryst with the past will soon be dusted off

and the life moves on evading that ultimate test

beefing up the backdrop and bonding in scoff.

Do Not Worry Tilottama -Trishita Mitra || English poetry || poem || English poem

 Do Not Worry Tilottama

 Trishita Mitra 

In the streets of strife, where class lines blur,

A revolution brews, a people's fury pure-

Tilottama's voice, a clarion cry echoes 

Through the barricades, reaching the sky.

The haves and have-nots, a chasm wide,

A system rigged, the masses denied.

Their rights, their dignity, their fair share

Fueling the fire, that burns with no care.

The revolution rages, a force so bold,

Challenging the status quo, young and old

For a world where all, can live with pride,

Where class and caste, no longer divide.

Tilottama's dream, a future in sight

Where equality and justice, shine so bright

The barricades, a symbol of the fight

For a world that's fair, where all can unite.

What I want - Ananda Gopal Garai || English poetry || poem || English poem

 What I want

Ananda Gopal Garai

Let my prayer to God be

Not for money not for wealth

Not for fame not for health

Let my prayer always be

Make a man of me.

Let my prayer to God be

Not for fair love not for car

Not for crown not for star

Let my prayer always be

Make a man of me.

Let my prayer to God be

To achieve one goal

Make a man of me

On the whole!

Surviving By Fighting Every Moment - Samir Kumar Dutta || English poetry || poem || English poem

 Surviving By Fighting Every Moment

          Samir Kumar Dutta

                 

He, who has none arround and never was

Has to survive anyhow by struggling

Since his birth.

It is true, no realisation of life

Can be achieved without struggle,

It is somewhat difficult for one

To perceive his life even if

He is born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

The destination of life is just the front line

It is acclivity to one

And declivity to some other.

Someone fights to defend himself

Some other one for victory,

They, who have no security from early life

Fight to defend themselves unarmed

They retreat by fighting without arms,

Continuously retreating their backs

At one-time they touch the boundary wall

Where there is no space to retreat further

Then comes the final blow

The sinful life that is an effect  

Of the desire of someones

Express the severe pain speechlessly for the last moment 

Till the soul departs,

The burden-like body 

Falls down on the ground 

In a pool of blood 

By which matherland's debt is repaid,

Then all the fights come to an end.

But those,who fight for victory

Deal a counterblow resisting the strike from the opponent,

Kills the enemies at last by continuously striking back,

Only then they can attain the right of living.

Thus life means struggle

Surviving by fighting every moment.

The Hollow Echo of War - Prabir Basak || English poetry || poem || English poem

 The Hollow Echo of War

             Prabir Basak

In halls of power, whispers ignite,  

A spark of greed, ambition’s blight.  

Borders drawn with sharpened blade,  

Where peace once stood, shadows invade.  

Voices of reason drown in cries,  

Of conquest’s lust, deceitful lies.  

Steel-clad tongues in fiery speech,  

Turn brother’s hand to foe’s cold reach.  

The cannons roar, the earth trembles deep,  

Innocence lost where blood rivers seep.  

Flames kiss the skies in a crimson glow,  

Cities crumble under war’s savage show.  

Children weep in silent screams,  

Torn from the cradle of fragile dreams.  

Ashen winds carry the toll,  

Of shattered hearts, broken souls.  

The banners wave in a hollow cheer,  

As mankind’s heart succumbs to fear.  

The fields of valour rot with decay,  

Where once stood men, now ghosts in grey.  

Humanity’s pulse grows faint and slow,  

Under the weight of grief and woe.  

Can conquest’s crown, forged in strife,  

Resurrect the deadened breath of life?  

Is war the torch that lights the way,  

Or does it burn our hope away?

The Festival of Joy - Raja Debroy || English poetry || poem || English poem

 The Festival of Joy

        Raja Debroy 

The air is filled, with vibrant hues,

As Durga Puja, our spirits renews,

The scent of flowers, and incense sweet,

Invites the goddess, to our humble seat.

The pandal's grandeur, a work of art,

A tribute to Durga, a loving heart,

The dhakis' beat, a rhythmic delight,

As we dance and sing, through day and night.

With every puja, a story unfolds,

Of Durga's bravery, and her heart of gold,

A symbol of strength, in a world of strife,

Durga Puja, a celebration of life.

My dear evening - Anjali Denandee || English poetry || poem || English poem

  My dear evening

        Anjali Denandee

I am walking on a beach of a sea.

I see and see.......

Waves touch my feet.

.......Wet...Wet....Wet......

Also touch my every knee.

I love the sea with my every heart beat.

From too far sky which is speechless,

Yes, from it's lap, the full moon says,

Hey, Dear! Poet!

You the sea-lover! Welcome to my rays?

Only for you, at whole night

I will be sleepless.

I say,

Yes, I love your cool-light.

Say my eyes,

Really, this evening is like paradise.

The wind blows and blows....

Water flows and flows......

On the endless sky, there stars are bright.

They write and write.....

The love-letters to the moon-lover.

Their relations are forever.

My breaths say,

Oh! My dear evening! I feel you now.

How beautiful you are, how, how, how!

You are so romantic.

Fantastic.