Showing posts with label beauty of nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beauty of nature. Show all posts

Thursday, February 17, 2011

By the Sea

Basking in the moonlight,
I see the sea, before me...
and the breeze, blowin',
the hair off my forehead...
and the leaves rustling, 
shifting, mid air...
sayin’, "yeah, we're there..."

Walkin' down the promenade,
a boulevard of flowers,
fragrances, nostalgic...
like the spring showers.

Crashin', thrashin',
the waves on the rocks...
I leave my footprints,
on the sand, without socks…

An empty bottle, hollow,
like there's no tomorrow...
A violent swig, a capsized brig,
on the sandy beach…

No, I ain't drunk..!
Only groovin' to the funk...
and all that this night has to offer...!

God's wonderful creation, 
the symphony
of a jazz composition..!
The rhythm and the blues,
the night and its hues...
Come, sing along with me,
‘cause, we're walkin' by the sea, yeah...



Friday, November 19, 2010

the village


When the sunlight breaks through the night,
the village comes to life.

The person who awakens is greeted…

…with the rhythmic clang of metal on wood,
resounding from the countless handlooms;
as the weavers weave on sarees,
patterns, grand and austere.

…the smell of charcoal, and firewood,
as thakuma prepares the morning meal;
as thakurda chants the morning prayers,
praying for auspicious beginnings.

…the sweet aroma of dhup-kathi, and
the fragrance of fresh flowers, too,
lingering in the air, gladdening the heart,
relaxing the mind.

…the sound of horns blowing, bells ringing,
as cycle-rickshaws ply the main street.
The rustic vehicle, of rusted metal and wood,
stops in front of me, the man asks, ‘kothai jabe?’

Passing through the alleys and gullies-
some made of tar; the others, kuchha roads-
he stops at the banks of Bhagirathi-
the river glistening, like a thousand gems in the evening sunlight.

On the horizon there, I see the silhouette of a nouko.
It’s slender hull cutting through the water,
returning to the banks with the day’s catch
of fresh fish- rui, katla and ilish.

Back home, the evening resonates with the sound of dhak,
the haze from the dhunuchi envelops the people-
dancing to the pulsating beats of the percussionists;
their spirits lifted, their hearts gladdened.

Night comes early to the village;
the chirping of birds, bustle of people, replaced
with the sound of nocturnal creatures.

The winter chill is in the air,
as I stand on the bank of Bhagirathi,
I sense that my eyes are wet…



Glossary of Bangla words:

"thakuma"- grandmother, on the father's side.
"thakurda"- grandfather, on the father's side.
"dhup-kathi"- incense stick.
"kothai jabe"- "where would you go?"
"Bhagirathi"- a distributary of the Ganges, flowing through eastern India.
"kuchha road"- rustic, not made of tar. 
"nouko"- fishing boat.
"rui, katla and ilish"- fresh water fish, favourite among Bengalis.
"dhak"- traditional Bengali drum.
"dhunichi"- burning of dried coconut skin, husk and resin to produce smoke. 
                 It's a part of most Bengali rituals.   


Wednesday, October 20, 2010

"Hush..."

"hush
listen to the chimes,
dancing to the tunes
of the untamed wind.

"hush
listen to the music,
made by the flow
of the untamed stream.

"hush
listen to the songs,
being sung at sunrise
by the untamed birds.

"hush
look at the colours,
painted in the skies
by the untamed sunset.

"hush
don’t say a word,
just listen to the rhythm
of my untamed heart.

"Feel my hand in yours,
as long as it stays;
for my untamed soul
can never live this love…

"hush…then, my love,
live this moment, 
there’s nothing to say.
So, hush…"