JIBAN GOSWAMI

JIBAN GOSWAMI Poems

Autumn in Japan is is god's gift to man
Trees cinderallise the green countryside almost overnight
Every tree wears resplendent kimonos woven in myriad hues
Greens sulking in the background as if deprived of its dues
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Love’s travails

Moonbeams try by night
to suck away the fragrance of jasmine
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My backpack is filled with used memories
As I trudge down the lonely road time charted for me.
Friends and lovers come and go
Our roads go together for a tiny while
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CORRUPTION, THEY SAY, IS EVIL
By By: Jiban Goswami

Corruption they say is evil
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I don't know who lived five hundred years ago where my house stands now
Nor would anybody know of my existence after passage of time
What moved me, what woman engrossed my thoughts, lent me some meaning in life in face of the universe's crushing apathy
I too will wither, the universe won't even notice
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THEIR DEATH IS LACED WITH HOPE

As the fall gives way to winter
Momijis' translucent leaves bid farewell to their mother
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MY HILL AND MY STAR

I have climbed this hill all alone for ages, its my private hill
today you have climbed my lonely hill with me by your side
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Flotsams of society, their fragile bones wearing patinas of flesh and skin,
they employ themselves:
to pick rags discarded by the children of superior Gods.
Technically un-bonded, laws do not brand them child labour.
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IN THE EVENING OF MY LIFE
In the evening of life as I loll on my rocking chair
My eyes look but do not see all that’s around me.
I ride piggy- back on memories’ fragments
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Let me talk junk. I fee like it.
I do hope nobody else is affected in any way..
skip it if it's too long or too inane.Do it your way
Tentative at dawn, and emphatic by noon
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She stared at me
Big eyes, black eyeballs deep like the sea
Innocence in them not yet hijacked by age
Unasked questions jostle in her gaze
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As I trudge along to be swallowed by time
only the wounds failing to heal follow me as faithful dogs
Relish of sweets I tasted in life come back but fleetingly
since they don't pinch me in my tattered shoes.
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In the twilight of life as I loll on my rocking chair
My eyes look but do not see all that's around me
I ride piggy back on memory's fragments
To times gone past and lost forever.
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You remain in a cocoon of my fantasy
Fingers of reality not to pry it open
and rupture the henna leaves nestling it in my heart
With your enigma gone, so would you.'
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JIBAN GOSWAMI Biography

I was born in Guwahati, Assam India. I did my schooling in Guwahati and did my B.Sc with Honours (Major, as it is known in many places) in Physics. I enrolled for my Master degree in Physics but landed in a coveted job before completing the course. I retired as a senior Executive (As what is known as a Chief General Manager) from the State Bank of India, the largest Bank in India. I was posted for 4 years as the CEO of the Bank's Osaka operations, Japan, from 1996 to 2000. I am married with two children. My wife is the Principal in charge of a Government School in my home town and she has another year of service left. My son is married and works for a software Company in Bangalore as does my daughter in law. Daughter is a PhD student in a German University under fellowship from Max Planck Institute. I like reading. Some of my favorites are John Steinbeck, Graham Greene, Carlos Castaneda, PG Wodehouse, and many Indian authors. I am taking up translating Assamese (my mother tongue) novels and stories to English more as a pastime rather than with any serious intention of publishing. I like sketching a bit but not seriously. I am 63 and spending a more or less contented retired life.)

The Best Poem Of JIBAN GOSWAMI

Autumn In Japan

Autumn in Japan is is god's gift to man
Trees cinderallise the green countryside almost overnight
Every tree wears resplendent kimonos woven in myriad hues
Greens sulking in the background as if deprived of its dues
Translucent Momijis in mauve and crimson, undisputed king of autumn
Jostle against Giinko's dazzling yellow, no match for momijis' splendour
Nanakamado ‘s pink and red look down from from slopes overhead
with unconcealed disdain for trees growing in foothills beyond
A carpet of Kusamomiji softens one's steps
Their hue of mustard turning to red within a matter of days
Multi-hued Bunas and Urushis, and Keyakis vie with
Colours of Tochinokis, Sirakabas, Tstutsujis and Zeyakis
viewers overwhelmed don't know where to look
Nature gone berserk has been painting every nook
Each tree seems painted from diverse palettes
Same trees often have different enchanting shades
As if nature, tired of painting, emptied her palette
not bothering where the blobs landed.
Sakuras wait in fringes, wearing a dejected look
their days not yet come, spring seems so far away!
With Spring is in the air, they would strut like buxom maidens
All other trees would then pay homage to their ethereal resplendence.
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(Guwahati,15th July,2014

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