I am a nameless granule of sand on the endless beaches of humanity.Nothing remarkable to write about since I have led a very inconspicuous life with not many overlapping events of slightest value or attention.
This is my first amateur attempt at poetry which is a reflection of many colored thoughts huddled in the chambers of my mind.
Life is like a river and I am a bubble drop bloated ... more »
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Ranadeb Bhattacharya Poems
The Inner Me
On the vibrant waves of time, I am a nameless bubble drop, Bloated and still floating, On it’s busy surface top.
Oh Good Lord! How wantonly I have frittered away Your treasured love, showered upon your beloved son; On wild chases in mazes dark - - Oh, Woe is me for I have not known – to adore thy light in my beating heart!
The Death of an Innocent Brook
I saw the gurgling brook in her dilated shade, Ruffled waves sink in the disheveled maze, Of cloudy reminisces from the wine of time, Blend into the dark dead silence of a mystery - -
A Silent Prayer
Beyond the daisies in a vanishing verse, Wafting over the ocean of passing thoughts, Beyond the less traveled trails of life, Where reasons retreat and dreams hold sway
A Passing Thought
A languid stroll by the deserted esplanade, Watching the battery of waves glide past the jagged shores,
The weeping sky in her pensive shade, Sinks into every blade of green, Yonder the paddy fields, Where the poor man’s plough tills,
An Eternal Moment
Through the nimbus of wafting clouds, Spread across the endless blue,
Let Us Strive
Let us to the jungle of silence retreat, Into the farthest depth of our potent minds Let the legions of chaos and ignorance, Become prisoners’ mere, of supreme reason.
I whistle to the winnowing breeze, Her twisting charms and her regal frizz,
Kono ek din tomar sondhaney, Chere jabo ei jagat bishwa bhuban moey, Ei khelar angan jekhaney boey choley, Asanta sroter abiram sangharsha,
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The Inner Me
On the vibrant waves of time,
I am a nameless bubble drop,
Bloated and still floating,
On it’s busy surface top.
On the solitary shores of life,
I am a listless granule still,
In inert submission I lie - -
A humble instrument of Your will.
On the mortal plains of reason,
I am a long forgotten dream,
Of joy and mirth to heart’s content,
Once found in doing silly things.
Over the arbors of liberty,
I am the vast horizon blue,
In repose with sweet serenity,
And tied for all eternity to You.
In the closet of pride, ...