Jujutshu Kumar Deb
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Jujutshu Kumar Deb Poems
When the dawn of a new day Brings to you old thoughts, When the darkness of the night Makes you dread the world,
Lake water lap At the feet of a tired lone boy, Staring with gloomy eyes As the ripples rise from the slimy waters
The Chataka Bird
Flooded with love My lips floated and tossed Words stabbed the silence Rung in the corridors of my mind
Beyond the battered trees, Across the sun burnt path, Amidst leaves of grass. I lay face down upon my hand,
The spherical orb gyrates into motion lights glow and flashes blind, deaths cold caress
Soaring up above a cloud of thoughts Dried up in ones self esteem, There is the silent desert, the barren night. Why is there no garden?
The weeping brook whispers To the boulders and pebbles Moaning its awaited fate, The sun quietly lifts her soul
Let me weave the carpet of fury, With angry sighs and rumbling sobs. With thoughts firing thunder claps, And a soul...
The cord quivers, Flashes of anger wrinkle the face, Inevitable death lurks, Hoary voices lament the spent up energy.
The waves move The water recedes Will the calm rule? Boats disappear
Time distills on a nearby plateau Hidden in sequestered valleys Sharp greenery fuses Emptiness into heavy mystery,
The egg shifts a little Knowing that time has arrived The rain has showered profusely, Wanton devastation has swayed,
Worn out moon beams Lift the veil of darkness Over this deserted hut, Voices of the inmates now and then
Of old and new
1 O water drops falling from the leaves How I envy thee.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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When the dawn of a new day
Brings to you old thoughts,
When the darkness of the night
Makes you dread the world,
Singing into the maze of a nightmare,
You will feel two tear drops
Shed from your eyes.
Forgetting an angry world
You will be sitting on the river step
Looking into the flowing waters;
A stranger to the world.