RAM-RAJYA TO RAVANA'S LANKA

With my whole-life's lengthy experience , I saw it, experienced it and lived it.
From GANDHI's dream and culmination in 1947 unto now, an 'inflated' wealthy NATION of 2010 (India) where Rs 35 -crores Common weath Game as a Gala show is being born ! - progress,of course !!
In RAMACHANDRA's Ayodhya,Even the Royals had to walk on foot unto his self-imposed Exile on moral Promise. Yet, at that very time, Ravana's Lanka was a City of gold [swarna-Lanka) with abundant Mammon-ik pomp and pleasure and Ravana enjoyed the earthy pleasure, even a chariot.
Now in 21st Century, India is a juvenile Economic giant ,with Atomic arsenals,Dwell Currency( some white money and more black ),with media supremacy and sex-virus from Governer to DGPs and achieving Poiticians , 'Black-currency' flowing like monsoon -Flood, and Corruption the National habit, contrasting 45 % starvation, 55 % poverty(UN-Report). Bundhs, roadblocks, STRIKEs ,every week and Train Accidents at the whim or pleasure of Poitical Groups.
And treating Pariament as some 'Lions-club' for past-time resort for Politicians with Media- exposure to compete 'Bolly-wood hits', magnifying moles to Mountains, while hiding 70 lac Crores of Rs - Black Money in Swiss bank and treating it as a non-issue.
Yes it started for a Ram -Rajya(1947) and now heading for a RAVANA's SWARNA LANKA !with Mammon's idea and sensex -dream and hormonik-Sex and Corruption -hype in every lanes between 'RAJ- PATHs' & 'JAN- PATHs' ......WHAT A METAMORPHOSIS ! !

MY POEM

Wednesday, July 28, 2010
AUDIENCE
In my younger days
with poetic Zeal
and youthful passion
I recited my poems
so many times
to gathered-up -listless
good deaf crowd
who clapped to inspire, me
on signalled -time
and that -
I remember yet.
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From BEGINING TO UNCERTAINTY

First 15 yers of my life in Remote VIllage since 1931....No trace of modern life but full of joy on the lap of MOTHER-Nature. Next 7 years , as a misfit boy of Metropol in Calcutta for EDUCATION.
Next 37 years in DELHI,India,to Earn, build Family-life and live it.
Next 16 years in U.S.A in Post-Retirement Joy with grown- Up and settling -Children and crawling Grand- children along with Post-Retirement experience(world-wide) and learning Vedandta & cosmology.
Last Act on Life-Stage: came back to India , an old bird, flying back to its own 'root'and sette on River-side (GANGA) with a desire to roam about and know 'Bengal' my Mother-Land , more fully and whom I left behind at my uoung age and had never time to Know.
But to day and as a set-back I find that I can not travel even five miles without expecting a Political 'Bandh' or abrupt 'Strike' or Post-Accident RASTA-ROKO( Road Block) or a State-wide BUS /TAXI strike Or some weekly TRAIN STRIKE /Accidents.

And to Day, in West Bengal , I am a steal a blessed able and capabe Old man but bound by external limitations of ' Uncertainty Politics' , as I donot know when and where , suddenly ,i shall not be held up or wounded or even killed by some sudden Group-Bandh,hold-up, strike,Begal-Bandh, Rail-Strike or Rail accident and if I shall ever return Homr safe or in Coffin !

The CIRCLE

As a child and when aware
found myself in remotest of
a Bengal village life
Knew not sorrow as never measured
what I had and what I missed - but
the limitless gifts of child -hood joy

When was young found the city life
lived it and strugged and fought the way
Saw the famine saw communal kiling
and even lived through Global War
Then settled in larger capital living
built my life and retired, - when
in jet-pane speed I traveled through Space
to - 'Statue of Liberty' and our USA -Den.

Now ,the aged Bird has returned Home
to settle finally ,within the 'Inside-dome'.

19 Th. July , 2010

TRAVELLING BY TRAIN

!9Th July -to day
Travelling by Train to day
to North bengal side -and
alone- a retired man.

My wife wanted to join me
pleaded and managed
to make her stay back this time .
She asked me with her moist look
'why I am left behind' ?
And with thoughtful smile - I said
" darling , if anything happens to the Train
and to me...in case -
You will receive that 'Rupees five lacs '
that I never had nor could ever save .
for you .

And she wept loud, - this time
I don't know why !

SOME TIMES !

Some times
when we meet - and
you smile
to overwhem me - any how
on the backdrop of a stormy sky
within my drkening soul
I can see ;
as if can even feel
your smile - like the magic smile
of the sales-girl of the 'Mall'
or when on jet plane flight
the smartest beautiy serving me
offers me a look and smile - as if
the world and she was made forever
and only for me
Then I try
to measure your face and everything
with a floating sigh !

POETIC EXPERIENCE

In 1990s I wrote a poem in Bengali named "Mahakavya" (Epic Poem)" The essence of the poem was about life and feeling of all species of life .

The poem was published in my last book of poems - "Abbar phirey Elam" on 7Th December,2008 from Delhi.

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Long long back , Scientist J.C . Bose of India proved , scientifically, that plants are also living Organisms and they react to external stimuli .......

In my poetic soul , I felt so much pain seeing and experiencing the way the cruel/ignorant and insensitive Human Society cuts and clips the helpless trees or cuts flower or make flower bouquet with flowers and buds and present it to their lovers/friends or Political 'Masters or even the dead -Men for funeral. For last 12 years I refused to accept any flowers or bouquet to be brought or sent to my home.
And I name all people who pinches or cut flowers to please their beloved as 'Murderers'

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On 16Th July, , 2010 in- T.O.I (Kolkata, India) , a Scientific publication of the Scientist Stanislaw Karpinski of War Shaw University now claims to have proof that all plants , like Human being have feelings and they experience pain and express their reaction.'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''.

To me now , any one who clips or cut a flower (even to please a lover ) is a 'murderer'.

FINAL PLAY

None better than this

for final game

this resting 'Nest' -where

The Ganges spread out in front

as if my child-hood joy

on my mothers lap !

The boat- men out

every morn

dreaming deep

with stretched-out net

for abundant fish

From window side

facing river wide

greeting rising Sun

counting playful waves

fill up (my) Time-space life

throughout the day.

Now , - the evening roof

invites me

to the crimson glow

of Sun-set time

and reminding me

of the departing song

I composed for - Life..

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[composed now on 10 th July '10 )

OLD AGE

OLD AGE

One after the other , like Autumn Fall
pale leaves tremble , - drop off,

ushering advance of another time
Silent waits the tree .
Physical ,vital wealth slides down
yet -silent stands the tree.

The wintry sunset hums and sings
the departing ' Octave notes'
In listless procession the pale leaves fall
and barren , stands the tree'.

With reminiscece of those youthfull joys
my days surrender to eve..

and adverse dusky dawn advance
yet dumb ! - awaits the tree .