CREMATORIUM / SUDIPTA BISWAS
Bank of the river
Half burnt wood, old pillow, tattered quilt
Broken terracotta vessel
Spread out here and there.
Four bamboo sticks at four corners.
Still emitting some smokes
The water of river comes and kisses
All these black wood,
Wet, torn quilts and pillows.
Only, he is not here, who came
Those who, came with him
Bank of the river
Half burnt wood, old pillow, tattered quilt
Broken terracotta vessel
Spread out here and there.
Four bamboo sticks at four corners.
Still emitting some smokes
The water of river comes and kisses
All these black wood,
Wet, torn quilts and pillows.
Only, he is not here, who came
Those who, came with him
They also went away.
So, in the darkness of night
Wind tip-toed in
And crying for the dead man…
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Oyster-life / Sudipta Biswas
Now, in this beautiful world
We’ll live an oyster-life.
I’ll hover throughout the night
Keeping my palm on your palm
Giving up all calculations
With leaf and with star
We’ll live an oyster-life.
Pearl like white foam will condense.
Bright day will come out from the mist
Suddenly, getting a single penny or two
Poor children’ll present us a bright smile.
Now, we’ll live a bright oyster-life.
In the clear sky of the mountain
Very bright stars will come out.
Not with flowers,
But by collecting leaves from the ground
We’ll pray to the jungle goddess.
We’ll live a sacred oyster-life.
A red rose is blooming in the garden
Other trees, clapping their leaves,
Congratulating her…. Now, please come,
We’ll live a rosy oyster-life.
If anybody recognize us,
I’ll present him a flower from my poetry books.
Oh! Look at the sun-yolk in the eastern sky.
With the sacred Gayatri-mantra
Now, let us live a holy oyster-life.
This winter, not with any poppy leaf or rose
I’ll hibernate with you, only with you, butterfly.
Now, let us live a drowsy oyster-life.
Two lives will unite into one
In the tranquil moonlit night
We’ll fly in the sky, where
The moon and cloud’ll fight.
Let a bird build her nest
Let a bee build a hive
Let us dissolve all disputes
Let us live an oyster-life......
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I REMEMBER YOU / SUDIPTA BISWAS
If possible, come back in my life
At dead night
With the ticking of clock
With the hooting of owl
With the sickle shaped moon
I remember you.
When the train runs very fast
Or stops in an unknown station
When a beggar begs
I remember you.
On the pavement of a busy street
In a sampan on the holy Gangas
At the quietness of the Himalaya
I remember you.
If the sky is overcast
Or in a bright beautiful morning,
In the rainy day
I remember you.
At Sundarban, in the vessel
My friends are looking for tiger…
I remember you.
At moonlit night of Narmada bank
In the cliff of the marble rock
I remember you.
All busy people of Mumbai
Running for their offices…
The entire world is hankering after money…
Throwing heap of money in the dustbin
I remember you.
Before going to bed at night, I remember you.
In lonely bed, I remember you.
At dawn, at dusk, at twilight, at sunset, I remember you.
Throughout the day, throughout the night, I remember you.
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ANOTHER GALAXY / SUDIPTA BISWAS
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My entire poetry went away…
Even after a whole hearted try
I can’t write a poem of love.
But, one day I was a lover!
Jointly, we have counted stars night after night
Spend afternoon with panipuri and potato-chip
We have counted ripples of river from the bank
Day after day, I was absent from my office
Everyday, after changing three trains
I reached beside that pond…
Where we have seen how the sun become red yolk
How night comes in the beautiful world.
Closing my eyes…
Diving… d i v i n g… in the deep sea of love
I have learnt how to reach in another galaxy...
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So, in the darkness of night
Wind tip-toed in
And crying for the dead man…
**********************************************************
Oyster-life / Sudipta Biswas
Now, in this beautiful world
We’ll live an oyster-life.
I’ll hover throughout the night
Keeping my palm on your palm
Giving up all calculations
With leaf and with star
We’ll live an oyster-life.
Pearl like white foam will condense.
Bright day will come out from the mist
Suddenly, getting a single penny or two
Poor children’ll present us a bright smile.
Now, we’ll live a bright oyster-life.
In the clear sky of the mountain
Very bright stars will come out.
Not with flowers,
But by collecting leaves from the ground
We’ll pray to the jungle goddess.
We’ll live a sacred oyster-life.
A red rose is blooming in the garden
Other trees, clapping their leaves,
Congratulating her…. Now, please come,
We’ll live a rosy oyster-life.
If anybody recognize us,
I’ll present him a flower from my poetry books.
Oh! Look at the sun-yolk in the eastern sky.
With the sacred Gayatri-mantra
Now, let us live a holy oyster-life.
This winter, not with any poppy leaf or rose
I’ll hibernate with you, only with you, butterfly.
Now, let us live a drowsy oyster-life.
Two lives will unite into one
In the tranquil moonlit night
We’ll fly in the sky, where
The moon and cloud’ll fight.
Let a bird build her nest
Let a bee build a hive
Let us dissolve all disputes
Let us live an oyster-life......
**********************************************************
I REMEMBER YOU / SUDIPTA BISWAS
If possible, come back in my life
At dead night
With the ticking of clock
With the hooting of owl
With the sickle shaped moon
I remember you.
When the train runs very fast
Or stops in an unknown station
When a beggar begs
I remember you.
On the pavement of a busy street
In a sampan on the holy Gangas
At the quietness of the Himalaya
I remember you.
If the sky is overcast
Or in a bright beautiful morning,
In the rainy day
I remember you.
At Sundarban, in the vessel
My friends are looking for tiger…
I remember you.
At moonlit night of Narmada bank
In the cliff of the marble rock
I remember you.
All busy people of Mumbai
Running for their offices…
The entire world is hankering after money…
Throwing heap of money in the dustbin
I remember you.
Before going to bed at night, I remember you.
In lonely bed, I remember you.
At dawn, at dusk, at twilight, at sunset, I remember you.
Throughout the day, throughout the night, I remember you.
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ANOTHER GALAXY / SUDIPTA BISWAS
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My entire poetry went away…
Even after a whole hearted try
I can’t write a poem of love.
But, one day I was a lover!
Jointly, we have counted stars night after night
Spend afternoon with panipuri and potato-chip
We have counted ripples of river from the bank
Day after day, I was absent from my office
Everyday, after changing three trains
I reached beside that pond…
Where we have seen how the sun become red yolk
How night comes in the beautiful world.
Closing my eyes…
Diving… d i v i n g… in the deep sea of love
I have learnt how to reach in another galaxy...
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FACE OF MY BETRAYED LOVER /
SUDIPTA BISWAS
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Still, at a busy rail station
In the moving crowd
I get, I discover
The face of my betrayed lover.
Occasionally and suddenly
I get her face, lips,
Eyes, ear, throat or shape.
Still I frighten at different stations.
Everyday I teach myself
How to live by head and not by heart.
I tell myself that two plus two
Makes four and not five or three.
But still I discover in the crowd
The face of my betrayed lover.
My tears condensed and became pearl
I spend vigil night with sickle shaped moon.
With ticking of watch
With the hooting of owl
Blood fall down from my heart.
I still discover the face of my betrayed lover.
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WAITING / SUDIPTA BISWAS
Long before you have left me
Still I believe soon you will come back
That rosy life will come back.
Many a water has been flown along the river
Probably by the course of time
I have also changed.
I have also forgotten to count stars at night
Forgotten how to became a mad
Probably you have also forgotten
To become moon light
To become pearl of oyster
Probably now you love another man
You pray for his benevolence
Or even you have forgotten how to become a lover.
Still today, I am looking for that call
Eagerly, waiting for that call
That may come any moment
And bring forward my lost oyster life.
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