MY   LAST   QUESTION  :  STILL   NOT   ANSWERED
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Every  one
from   Biologist to  Medical  Scientist
and  my   Teacher  Doctors
I  learnt :
How  I  was   born  , grew  up
in  my  mothers womb
and  then  as   delivered  to  this  World
on  my  Birth - day.

I  was  also  taught  and  I    learnt  as, -  grew up
as  a man  through  decades  until  this
and  experienced  so   many  ways    and  so  much in  between  
 right  or    wrong !

But  even  after   all  these    decades  of  life
no body   nor  even  Science
could  as  yet
answer  my  my  final  and   last  question :

WHY   WAS   I  BORN  ? ?  !!
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Composed :  30 / July  / 2014

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শতাব্দী   উটের   মত   বোবা-  মুখে    বহে    ইতিহাস
দিনের    ভাঁটার   শেষে   জীবনের    নাটুকে   অভ্যাস
পুনরাবর্তনে  চলে   আমি-তুমি    শিকারী -শিকার
মহত  আকাশ    তবু   নিয়ে  আসে    সূর্য-উপহার
অপেক্ষায়    অভিমানী    দিনের    কান্ডারী
প্রশ্ন  তোলে  :  কে  ?   কে?  ;   কে  সে  হত্যাকারী  ??
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        TEEN   AGE   LOVE-  And  DREAM
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Now,  what  a  velvet - blue  look   from  within your  eyes
there  and    beneath ,  can    find  an  oceanic  depth
and  your  silent  magnetic  eyes  raise  summer  swelling  tide  in me
where  from  you  learnt this  Lunar   trick ,  ----could you  tell
and  there   the   amazing  sea-  vast-  look  ,  in  blooming    eyes  !

Now  the  gliding -down  Sun  will  draw the  darkening  veil  on  earth
this  all  around   space  will  assume  a   gloomy  losing  theme
Oh !  why  not    we  seek out   a  landscape  of  coconut  ocean sight
and    en-liven  our time    and  paint  a  love  with   our   knitting- dream

That  dream    shall  never  be   found  in   this  urban    lavish  life
In   this  big   Drawing  room where your  look  becomes  hard
and  maybe,  more  sharp  and  alert  like  built  up  guarded  doors
Yet ,   much  better  it  is   when  I  see your    look   on  a  coconut  shore !

Why not  !  do  we  steal  some   modern time
to  escape  and  fly  or  sail  on that  sea-  beach    island-  shore
and  you  and  me   much  closer ; both  to  each -other   - and
paint  some  velvet-blue    dream   of  our    coming    life  !!
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Comosd  in  Bengali  some  when  near  19 59  - 60-s :   recent  transliteration .

        PARADISE    LOST  !
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Thank God !  here you  are  at  last  !!
Saying  thus ,  as I  stretch  my hand
to  welcome  you--------
all your  flirting  tricks  and  artifices
the  mask  on  your  face, the  magic -look  on your  eyes
the  ruff  of  your  lips , the  rouge  of  your  cheeks
begin  to  crumble   and  drop  like   sand.!

It  was  a  blunder  on  my  part  to  stand   and  wait
for  you  ;  at  the  bend  of the    road
It  was  a  blunder  too,  to  climb  the  top  of  the  hill
in  search   of  vernal  flowers and  perspire  under  the  strain  !

No  longer  that  wait,  any  more  for  you !
you  have  altered the  idea  of  waiting  for you
You  did  come , I   now  see,
urged  by  your  own  infatuation  for  me
That  is   well- known  now   to  me
 by your  peculiar  tapping at  my  door !
Now ,  I  realize  too
we all  behave  foolishly when  in Love !

Please  know  this much   :
What  is  sport  to  you   is  a  malady  for  me
A  malady  that  eats up   unto  my  vitals  , dear  !
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Bengali  poem of  19 70 -s : Translated  by  Umanath Bhattacharya ( 1980).

                         LOVE   SUPREME
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Spread  all around  with   * 'Seuli ' flowers
in  the  early  morn
with dew  moistening  the base
you   poised  with  silence
and  the  morn  witnessing   your  shape.

So  mystic  and     serene  was  your  face
Even  I  after  my  morning  bath  and  prayer
was  there  and  fell  in   love !

Dear --------
 you  now   know   very  well  I  hope
there  is  no  'devil'  in  me  facing  this  pure   moments
and  time .
If  you  smile  at  me , I  promise  to  approach  close
 and  sit  beside  you .
 
You  know  very  well  too
and  whatever  is  my  worth
when   in  love
no  one  measures  his   mammon  -capacity   or  wealth .

I  promise  to  serve  you  often  and    love  you  more
weather    you  consider  me   worth  for  you  or  not
and  I  am  waiting  still  , --- for  your  smile  !

Will  you  recogniize  this   as   LOVE
 or     NOT   ?!
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Bengali  poem of  1970 ;  published  in   in ' Dwityo  Britta'  (1976) ;
  Transliteration   now   for  Poetry .com

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WAS  PRESENTED  WITH   WORLD  WAR  II   AND   NUCLEAR   BOMBING!!!

WHEN    OLD   WAS    BESIDE   "BABY  21ST .  CENTURY  GROWING    AND   9/11  'BIrth- DAY  '  GREETING !   &   "  TEEN- AGE "   TEETHING  TROUBLES  ! - - - - - - -  >
FOUND   SCATTERING    WAR   WORLD- OVER    WITH    HALF  THE  WORLD    CHEATED   AND   STARVING !!!
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A  LOT  OF  SPACE  HAS  BEEN   LOST  BETWEEN  1947  AND  2000  ON  WEST   BANK  OF   JAMUNA ,(south  of  RED  FORT ) IN  DELHI.

 

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       দিনান্ত  !
নিহত দিনের  পাশে    মুমূর্ষু   আকাশ   শুয়ে  আছে
করুন  মৃত্যুর লগ্নে  হত্যার  সনাক্ত   সব ই   মিছে
ছিটানো  রক্তের  স্রোতে   আকাশ  পৃথিবী   লালে লাল
অভিনব   শিল্পী  আসে   বেহায়ার  রুচিতে  মাতাল
দুঃশ্চরিত্র  ছবি   আঁকে   প্রদর্শনী   বলে --আহা !  মরি !
নিরুত্তর  মহাকাশ   ক্লান্ত  চোখে   খোঁজে   হত্যাকারী  !
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AT   THE   THRESHOLD   OF   LOVE
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At the  threshold of   Love
I  leave  the  stain  of  my sweat
This  is  my  ritual  design - or
the  'ALPANA'  motif  at  your  door .

Eager to  listen  to  the conch-shell
that  you  blow  within   for me
time  without  number  I  came  here--and
went  back , -  dis appointed
you  were  not  present  to  please  my  sight !

Without  a  hint by  you
some way  -   some  how
or on  vital    waves
I  can  neither  advance  more
nor retrace  my  steps
this  - I  let  you  know  .
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Bengali  poem( 1970 ) :   translated  by   Umanath  Bhattacharya (Late );  Published .
Now edited  and  compressed  by  the  poet.

                                                YOU  !
Like well  conceived  plot  of  a  Play
harmoniously  knit
if  I  could  get   only a  few  moments
strung  into  a  wreath!
Scarcely  did  I  finish the  thought ; -you  step  in
dressed  in gorgeous  red  and  gold
bringing  with  you the  aroma  of
the   summer  eve   - now  cooling  down !
In  you--- there  is  a  softness balmy  that  give solace
and  when  I  chance  to  laugh  it  away
and  call it  some  effect  of  nerves  or  science
you  cut  short  my  loquacity .

As  it grows  darker; the  stars  shine  bright
the  vast  void  reveals the Cosmic  wonder!
This  one  perception  alone is   a  fountain-head
of  many a  melodious tune ; -  when
  dressed  in  gorgeous red  and  gold
you  step  in  and  sit  by  me ;with  an  air  of  intimacy
eager  to  communicate !
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Bengali  poem ;  translated  by (late) Umanath  Bhattacharya ; now edited  to  compress

                                 LOVE  :   DEFINED

THE   JUICE OF A  HIGHLY DELICIOUS  FRUIT
AND   VENOM  DEADLY
HAVE GIVEN  YOU  A  PERFECT  MATURITY !

YOUR  EYES  SHOWER  NECTAR
AND PROJECT  A   SUBTLE  PAIN  IN  MY  HEART !

WITH  YOUR  TOUCH
I  GET   THE  PLEASURE  OF GLEANING  FLOWER
AND  THE  PRICKS  OF  THORN  AS  WELL !

YOUR  PROXIMITY  SPELL  THE  SMELL  OF  MUSK
AND  CREATE  AN   ATMOSPHERE----THAT
BENUMBS  MY  SENSES !

AND  THE  SKILL  WITH  WHICH
YOU  TWINE  YOUR  TENDER  ARMS  ROUND  ME
IRRESISTIBLE   LIKE   AN    OCTOPUS
I   NAME   IT    LOVE !
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Composed  in Bengali :  Translated  by  Umanath  Bhattacharya   for  the  
Book ; "  The  Murdered  Moon   and  other poems  of   Phani Basu " ;
now on  Internrt  (Googles).

LOVE  :  FREEDOM   :  FREEDOM   IN   LOVE  ETC .
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Some    I   keep    for    myself  ;  some  for   her-- who
urging  me    to  be   a  slave  for Love
 herself ,-- mastered  the    art  to  free herself !
Thus  love    rooted  itself  in  me  since
the  pain  , the  loss  often  I  accept ,  finally
 Even  Seasonal  corps ,I  learnt  ,   get    spoiled   sometimes
in  adverse  time .

So  many ,  so  often  succeed  in  love , some  ways
I  was  told .
I  do  admit  and  yet  ever  remain  the  same
 wait  with  patience   for  sowing  with  hope
The drought , the  storm , the  winter- snow   do   come  
adversities  make  their  visits in life !

My  Love ,   how   many  ways    you  try  to   convince
so  many  ways !
yet  the  balance  -sheet  of  love  and  life
 I  try  to  preserve   , as I  can .
Even  love  is  a  mirror    to  check  our  living  I  know

Then  let us  meet  the  compromise  ,  some way  , I  plead
And  with  that   faith   depth  of  love
some  I  keep  for myself  and  rest  I  offer you
 even  as  when   you, - urge  me   to  learn
 to  be  a   slave  of  love  and   you  master the  art  of
being  Free  ;  so  easily  !
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Transliteration  now .

DUMB   APPEAL
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Stay   some  more, -that
the air  around  can  print  the  fragrance
 of  your  presence   some  more !
As  you place  hand  on mine  ;
some fledgling bird   pays   there-soft.
Or how  to describe  your  look  -  as if
some    soft-sweet  darkness  resting  on
the  distant   shade  of  a   lake !

Maybe ,   you   beacon   me   and    I  know
destined   to     get    drowned   in  you
 then  why   I waste  my   chance,    killing  time !
 declare  I  am  ready  dear  
 only  waiting  for  your  smile .

Within   me,   another incense  burn
so  much  emptiness  all  around
some  mystic muse  there  afloat
 and  pure  poetry  sings  within   me  !

Are  you  one  I  waited  for  all  my  life
I  am  no  touch-stone ; rather  you  tel  me !
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Transliteration  now .

SENSITIVE   PATHOS
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Just  then
 see   how  it  happened !

 you and  I
once  on  the    same  step  of  that  moment
were  present  side by  side
 just then.

Like  two  persons  waiting  at  the  bus -stop-  que
one  after the other  ;  close  by
and  sharpening  our  playing  indifference  for  each  other
while  knitting  our  respective   moments
every when and  glancing  at  each  other
 acting  sharp  and  smart !
And   our  bubbling  wishes    to  know  each  other  more
were  so  keen  and  desperate
 like  a  jet-flight   passenger  looking for  his  seat !

Your    bus  just  then  came  and   you entered  in
And  like  some  fragile   glass-pane  my  eager moment  crashed.
or  like  a    chased   bird  it    flew  away   helpless
with its     wings   spread  out  !
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   (    A  DOZEN     OF   MY  ROMANTIC   LOVE- POEMS OF  My  Post - Rural  YOUTH   )
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   OCEANIC      LOVE

Left   no  address  ever ,   ---dear
yet  your  letter  comes    and
even  as  if  ,  stirred  up  wind  laughs  out  !

Ever  I  keep  the  doors  open
with  lamps lighted  up
maybe ,  even  by  mistake  you  may  come
or   your  presence  in any   subtle  disguise.

Let  the    world  tease  me   telling it  --  a  false  hope
I shall  endure  it  .
When  one   gets    such  Oceanic - love
the  endless  sky    and  light   and   joyous   dancing  waves
all  join  in  unison  like now  !

Somewhere   foot -prints on  shore  , some  when  kissing  breeze
even  now,  within   faithful  me   the   expanding   love.
Even  there,  your    declared  love    on  sky  -blue  Space
though  without  any  name  !

No  address  of  yours  yet  I  know ; that's  why
 I  keep   all  my feeling   locked    up  within
Maybe ,  some  day  shall   know   your  real  place
Or  maybe ,  some  one  will  come  with  your declared  name !

And  with  that  love  and  faith ,- shall  ever remain  awake
For  when Love  is   Oceanic ,  no   lover  can  ever  lie  hidden
I  know  !
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                          3
There  can  be  no  worse  time  -like
Some  when  I  in  exact time  ,  when    opportunity  comes
or  some  when  while   soul  desires
not    find   or     pick  up  the  exact  key !
Well, I have  no  other    grief  in  life.

What  I  have   not  ;  well ;  --have   not
still  I  live  well  and  happily.
Not  even   I  say  that ----
what  I have  is   all  that  I  need  .


Only ,  some  times  
 to   get   close   to  me
what is desire --or
what  I  dislike   it's  absence  I  cherish  most  .

Or , --in  short
to  find  out  the  desired  key  just  when  I  need  it   quick
to  open  up   and  find  what  I  want  to pick  up
like  proverbial   Arabic  "  Chi -- Ching --phaak !"
OR --------
just  as

your  sweet  presecce  just  now
as  I   found  it ,   my  love !
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                                            2
The  sensitive  spring  -wind  was    all   around , playing  with  me
inviting  where!
Just then  within  me  my  Soul  in   joy  stirred  my   heart  and  announced
'will  get it   I  know it  - here '!

We  had  our  desire         to    find  some   place   and rest
under  some  way - side  tree  and   be  together  a little  too  close
Like  some  bird flying  afar    and  gliding down   on  its  ripened -field
or  close  to  its nest  ; to  its  lover !

As  the  afternoon  rolled  , time  was  slipping  by ,   I    forgot  to  measure  it
yet  in  silence ,  it   submitted   to  my   urge  and    eagerness.
Even then  there was  distant  Sun-shine   with  summer  heat
and   tree-shades  somewhere    near  by ;  lone  and  free.

Something  stirred   I   guess  ; I  sensed  a    pleasant    breeze
and  as I  turned  and  looked  up ;  you  were   there
 looking deep   through my  eyes  , surprising  me
with   beacon-  smile  there  within !
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                    - - -- - - -- - - - -- - - -                    - - - - -- - -- - -- -- - -
The  sun  even  now  is   sliding  down  and  we  to  depart  ;  each other's  way
 this   deep  green   signal of  love  under the  shade  of  our   path   kept   pleaded  us to  stay
Everything    seemed   so  short  lived  and  slipping     yet   all    will    keep  its  time    
my  return to  my  den  will  be  a  bit  lonely ;   don't  know   about  your  way  !
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Composed  in  Bengali   some  when  in  mid-1950-s ;  Transliteration  now .

MY   ROMANTIC   YOUTH(1950  -------!9700)
((A  DOZEN     OF   MY  POEMS OF  My  Post - Rural  YOUTH   )

                                  ONE

I  had  all  my  time   with  me
would be  wonderful   if  you  came , my  love
As  if   my romantic  Soul  is   rolling  over and  back
on  a  spread  out  sheet  of    tropical  straw .
on  the mango trees  , even  on  ground   some  budding
flowers  now  enjoying   this  joyous   time
Like  spread  out umbrellas  ,  some  summer  clouds
float  high  and  around !

If  by chance  I  hear  any    foot-steps   beyond
I  turn  in joy  expecting  you !
Would  be  so   wonderful  if   'it'   was  you

Come  dear , if  your    inner  poise
 remembers   me  too  , now
I  feel    so  much  eager  with over   filled  love
with  all  my  time   beside  me  awaiting  you !
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Composed   some  when in  early  1950-s
   

       শায়রী    by  Phanibhushan
মৌ -মাছিতে    মৌ   থাকেনা ;  মৌ  জমে তো   মৌ -চাকে
সব   ফুলে ই   গন্ধ   থাকে    ;  যে  যার    মত    তাই   রাখে  ।
ধূপ -  কাঠীতে   রূপ   থাকেনা   জ্বলতে   পারার    মন্ত্র  তার
পুড়তে   পারার   প্র্রস্তুতি   আর    সুবাস    ছড়ায়   সবদিকে  ।।
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Composed  :  1990-s: published .

The Biologic ROBOT on  COSMIC  - SCREEN

with injected   VITAL  LIFE  and  CONSCIOUSNESS  - LUMINATION
beyond  all  Visible LIGHT or EMF -TRICKs
Subtler than any  thing  ever  known  before.

And the GAME:
sprayed over all the Cosmic Field
by the ' WHIM'  of   the  ever  lonely 'JEST-ER'
ot  rhe UN-knoable   DIVINE
or  the    GRAND  DESIGNER, as  some  Cosmologist  named .

And   as  Because
HE  or SHE   or   IT, being  ever  lonely
liked to feel amused
with ALL   ETERNITY ever, -WITHIN !
*********     *********      ********
Betwixt the Waste -pipe and the Swear  of  LIFE
the JEST-ER designed and hid
the treasure-trove of  PASSION  and    LOVE
suffused with   myriad  of   'Hormnal flow' .
for perceptual joy  of  Lives  as  DESIGNED
by  the   GRAND   DESIGNER  to  enjoy.

The eternal 'Play 'or the Game
can never end nor snap like ,- DREAM !
For ,-----otherwise
the Desigher will have  NOTHING   to  be  absorbed  with
or   for   VISUAL  JOY
and would be bored
I mean  the  DIVINE ,  HIMSELF  or   HERSELF
 or ITSELF
with NONE to be with -and
with no ----OUT or WITHIN !
even to  RELAX  OR  ESCAPE !
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 Sunday, November 6, 2011

WHERE   ARE  WE   LIVING   NOW     ??????
IN  A  DEMOCRACY  OR     SOME    CRIMINAL' S  REGIME
WHERE  LIFE  IS  CHEAP  OR  AUCTIONED  ANY  WAY
AND    JUSTICE    GAMBLED  AND  THE  ' CAPTAIN'  IS  A  CROOK !
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POLE   STAR
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There  you  are
alone ;  luminous  -bright
ever present  and  fixed   for  us
when  Sun-set  -  darkness  descends  on  life !

Though  beyond  all '  Reach'  and  Light-years   far
and   Galactic  stars   peep   all  around  the  Sky
inviting  the   night   to  witness  the  setting  sun on Earth
Yet , you  the  ever  our  friend  guiding   us  all
while  staying  triillions   of  miles  a-far !

Here,   this   lonely  I ,   do  ever  search  U
and  desire  to  overcome  this  galactic  span
just  to  be  beside  you  once in life
even  if   it  be  the  decimal   of  one's  life - time
and  if  my  fate  permits me  dear
my   pole  star !
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Old  Bengali  Poem  of  1960-s :  now  edited  and  transliterated.

MEDIA - Techs. ,now, rule the World

MEDIA - Techs. ,now, rule the World 

Billions of brains, en-twined by unified link
Jet -Plane Boredom soothed by shapely feminine smiles
hormones dance and catalyst-'drink' excites

Motropols flourish where Sales- Girls smile
as if, - they are, foreve,r made for you.
You feel smart and young with even,early bald-top
Lap -top or Note pad ,cell-phone   or   I - pod  ,-othe wise -
 Face-book has bought your time and life
whole -sale !

Where is time to think :
why  we   were born
or to analyse your dream  or  plan  yourself !

You are programmed ,now, in Electro- tricks
you are wired up to respond through bits and click or  tap
Only strip-tease and Night- clubs can excite  your  tired  life
OR a concealed Drug  mow ,your  secret   friend.

THE  NEW  AGE   POETRY   :  MY  ULTIMATE   FAITH   AND   FINAL   SCRIPT
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Borrowing  the  Bard's  style :
To say  or not   to  say
that  is  my  problem  !

There is  no  reality  in  this  simulated  living  World  or  Universe.
Al  perceptual  phenomena  are  the  final  EMF -  trick  
on  the  Biologic  STAGE  of  NATURE
( even  Einstein  admitted  that )

If  Hollywood  or  even Bollywood  can   trick  to  make us believe
by  making films   with'  cuts' and   ' shots' or ' stunts '
even  with  peace-meal- shooting  by   dividing Time , space  and ' play  -backs'
and  then  make  us  believe   in  simulated  story  or  life , as  real
or  even  re-produce  Bed-scene  shows to   stimulate  our  ----
---------------OK ---rather 'cut' -' cut'  - ' cut '!

Then --------
Why  our   DIVINE  , I  mean  your  God , my  Shiva  or  his  Allah
the    supreme FIRST  CAUSE
can't  make   a  simulated   game  of  life  and living   or  a  MIRAGE  - PLAY
with  this  MULTY- DIMENSIONAL   COSMOS
through  the  myriad   display  of  HIS  Cosmic  Intelligence
with    all  of us  as  the   Biologic  Players  or  pawns
and  turning  us  to  Biologic - robots'   with  HIS   power  of   MAGIC   EMF- DEVICE
and  spraying    bits   or  drops  of  his   consciousness-  gift    in  our  brains
thus  making  a   full  script  or  'Film'
of  ever  running  Cosmic-  Play.

Maybe ,  thus   we   join  ;  live  and  die
and   again  recycle  through  re-birth   and  take  up  anther  role .
And   our  life   becomes  the  longest  DREAM
until  it breaks  down  on  the  Exit -door  of  DEATH
which  itself is  but  the  ENTRANCE  DOOR   for   DIVINES
further  PLAY !
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Composed :19 / July / 2014

' MOKSHA'   YOGA    OR  FINAL  LIBERATION
=====================================
Desiring  ' MOKSHA'  my  friend - or
seeking  final  Liberation  from bondage  of  life
is  it  in  running  away  from
all the  given  obligations  in  Life  ?

Within  the  COSMOS ;  on  It's  Infinite  expanse
where  lies  your  FREEDOM  ? ---tell
when   All  and  Everything  is  bound  in  '  ONE
The  more  you  try  to  escape
 the  more  you  are  pulled  within
The  more  you  separate   out,  the  more  the  'Trap'

Want  to  escape  from  the  bondage  of  living  life
by  isolating  yourself  ,  you  want  to  be  free ?!
Wrong  you  are  my  friend  all  wrong .
Even the    infinite  atoms  are  with  particles  within
Where  lies  your  freedom , -tell
Can  you  deny   all  cosmic   laws   and  float  like birds
or  Newtons  'Grip'  or   Einstein's  Cosmic  ' Law ' !

Suffering  so  often  you  want  to  be  free !
the  hurdle -  race  or  troubling  set-backs of  living
hurts  you !  and  seek  escape  or  buy   your  liberation
Is  it  not ;  this   exiling  life  , --
 the  naked  Retreat   of  a  timid  of  a  timid   one  or
final   defeat ?!

With  no  'Amrit"( Nectar) within
soaked  all  within   with  confusing  flow
you  want  Liberation   with  your   Horoscope
locked  in 'Safe ' !
Or , tell me  dear
can  the   saffron  Robe  be  the   saving  Armor
 of  a   timid  escaping  Soul ?
Better  turn back, friend  and  look  within
With  an  absurd  , suck  and   UN-stable  state
now  more  bound  in  myriad ways .
Better  learn  even  now  to  clean  from  within..

Like  filthy  flies
within  your  Vitals  and  below
all  disturbing  and  degrading   thoughts
while   another  hunger  even  lower  down
with  solid  lust  , - awake   within .

Clean  up  first   and your  stored-up Waste
Why  seek  Liberation  by  running  away  from
realities  of  allotted  Life ? !
Rather  contemplate  and  be  calm
regain  your  'Poise'  once  more
for  the  sake  of   the  DIVINE-and
return  to  your  soul  within .
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Composed :  some  hen in  late 1990-s ;Published  in  " The  Geeta  for   Everyday  & Everyone "
Now  submitted  to  the   Editor , Poetry .com .

DE-  EVOLUTION    OF    HOMO  SA PIENS

"  BACK   TO   METHEUSA "  (  G.B.S )  OR  

BACK  TO    ANIMAL -  NATURE  ???

 

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COMPULSIVE
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I  wanted  too  and  tried
to  overcome   or  come out
of  this  vital - sensual  trap - or  
Nature's  hormonal  tricks
 Some  times  I  could  - and
other  times   could  not  !

But  hat  to  do
as  in  real  biologic  life
we  are  all  Reactive  'gadgets '
of  NATURE  and  DIVINE  too !

Like   swimming  fish  in  water - world
around  the  playing  bait  and  hook
of  some  Player  of  higher  Field !

Or  maybe
we  all  are participants  of
Cosmic  'Magic -  Sport '
named " MAYA "
whether  we  know  it  or  not !
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Composed : 11 / July / 2014

  PROMETHEUS BOUND
===================
Like  a  birdie  carried   by  it's  mother
taking  your life  in  the  fold  of  your  breast
out you  are  ;  in  the  World    -wide.

On all  sides   Time  awaits  waylaying  you
like a  Tusker   malignant.!

After  all  your   troubles  and  tribulations
through  all  ups  and  dons of  life
this  fledging  reared  up  by  you  so  fondly
may   behave  like  a  falcon !
and  peck  and  lick  you  with it's  beaks
gloating  and  flapping  it's  wings  over  you !

Will  you  then   be  able to  tell  Zeus
like  Prometheus  --

' well, I  loved  and  have  no  regret
and shall  never  admit defeat .'
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TROPICAL  MONSOON   VISITING   BENGAL
===================================
The  whole  of the  day
the  gloomy  face  of  sky   remains  covered  by  darkening    clouds
 And ---------
like  tears  on  the  face  of  a  deserted  lover
drip-drip - drip  ;  drop   rain -drops  all over
and  all  the  while   since  last    night    from    the  sky
in  response  ,  with  fitting  empathy  
Yet  this  whole  of  the   day, -  the    dear  Sun  is  an  absconder
with  no  sign  of   any  return  even  as  the  day  ends !

The  very green spread-wide   landscape-  face  of    earth
is  soaked    and  wet
Some time  is  heard ,-  the  saddened  breeze  all  around
almost   to  the  tune  of  a  weeping  lover left  behind !
Now  and  then ,  the   heavily thick  and  wet  leaves  near  about
respond  and  shake  up  in  vibrating  voice  of  dumb   sympathy !

A  full  night and  day's  absence  of  the  lover - Sun
is  printed  clean  and  wide
on  the    face  of  this   tropical  earth !
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This  Poem  was  composed  in   Bengali ;(  1968)  . Transliteration    to  day  while  it  is  almost  the  same; outside !

MY    LAZY   HOUR  :  WINDOW   SIDE
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When  there  awaits  no  demand or pending  work
nor  any  debit  or    credit  accounts  awaiting    by
and  the  friendly    window  is wide open  with
azure sky  and   cotton-clouds   floating  and  inviting  me
to  some vast  and open    and festive  time  !

Or  some  other  time  - when
my  restless  time  is  tense, as if
some  l
'land-lord ' inside me    is  grumbling  loud
--' leave   the  house  now ;  quic  or  fast  ' !
Thus  the  scenario  , even  changes  so  quick !

I  hhad  a  long  pending  invitation :
  to  sail   on dancing  waves  on   river  tide
  or  even  some  desire     for  visiting  sometime  a  island -  sight
when  i  have   some  real  time  with  me  !

Thus , - a  wide  open  window
teasing  me   with  my    lazy  hours  on    window  side
play  with  me  with
so  many  reminders  at  my  window side  !
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Published  Bengali poem (1985);  transliteration  now .

MEASURING   MYSELF
==================
Just  like  my  P.C   or  personal    computer
with  no  internet  Link
so  often  I  feel  the  same about  myself

Sitting  on  the  4th -floor- flat    balcony  chair
river  side
I look  up  and   down   unto  the   river  and then  beyond
unto  the  horizon- sky

Even  birds   have  wings   and  clouds can  float
they   have  more  freedom  in  some  ways
and  closer  to  space  above !

But  I  am siting    here    like   PROMETHEUS- BOUND
conditioned  to  life  and  limitations
without  the  Freedom  I  seek !
Even   flying birds  and  floating  clouds   or  dancing  river -waves
are  better  off  than  me  !

Only  like  my  P.C   with  severed  Internet  Link
limited   within  a  closed  Circuit  - as  if
my  Soul   is   incised   off     from  the   Cosmic  sky  beyond  !
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Composed :  11 /  July  / 2014 

LIKE   TROPICAL   MONSOON   SKY
============================
Like Tropical  Monsoon   Sky
impregnated  with  scattered  clouds
all  around !

My  memory  gets  planted  all - around my  mind
some  dark  and  heavy
some  flying  high  and  thinning  out
even  others  have  spectral  rainbow  shades
when  I  look  within  on my  inner  sky !

They  are all    myriad  impressions  of  my   lengthy  life !
like  impressionistic  paintings  on a  vast  canvas !
or,  maybe , otherwise  a  game  of  living
with  patience  and --- in  silence  or  subsiding   muse  of   life
 left  behind !
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Composed : 12 /  July / 2014

DIVINE   DESPAIR
==============
Evading  co -  wives  : happiness  and  sorrow
she  steals  into  my  room
Who  is   she , even  I  desire  to let  all  know
if  I  discover  ever , her  identity !

When  darkness deepens ;   high wind  rise
and  it rains ;  she  comes  to  keep  her  tryst
my  nights  and days ,  I   enjoy  with her   so  much
and often  I  pause  and  wonder  to  know
'who  is   she  to  me  ?!
You  all,  may  think , -  she    is  my  concubine
well ! ,  maybe!

Yet  so  UN-fortunate  am  I
Can't  even  set  apart  an  intimate  hour
when  love  for  her  swells  within  my  heart
and  friends  hang  on   from    all  my  sides
 the  Sun  and  sky  keep  vigilance  too !

That  is  why
when  the   co-wives   sleep   or  snore, --we  meet
she  and  I

Name  it  illicit  love , if  you  like
but  I  am  helpless  too
Engrossed  I  live  some  nights  and  days  with  her !
Not  a  friend , nor  a  wife  , nor  even   a  relation - yet
I  ponder  ever  to  know  ;  who  she  is  to  me  !
 Is  she  a   Mistress  or  a  concubine  ? !
--well,  maybe !!
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Composed   In   Bengali   before  1980-s ; published  in  " MURDERED  MOON  AND  OTHER  POEMS "  ( 1982, Delhi ); now   placed  it  for  Poetry.com .

RELATIVITY ; REALITY:  TRUTH -ABSOLUTE   OR   COSMIC  CONSCIOUSNESS  ETC
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What  is  REAL ?   the Moon - light
No !  only  a  reflecting  trick
Or   if the   SUN  itself is  True  !
No !  only  a    Nuclear    fire- display like
billions  in  our  Galactic  Field - stars
or,  zillions -zillions ;  even  more
in  the  COSMIC  FIELD , even  endless !
for   some  UN-known  Magic - whim or  PLAY !
What  is  even  more  mystic
 74 %     of   DARK  ENERGY
is  left  out  UN-accounted  for !

More  True  is  the  fact  - that
Higg's ' Boson'  itself    is   the  other  End
the  recurring   ' Decimal  -end'   at  other  pole  of   Quantum  field !
Then , ---what  is  the  PASS- PORT  - Face   of  Final  TRUTH  ??!!


Let  future    EINSTEIN-S  of   Millenniums  ahead  come   and  decide
through  successive  or   endless   try -s
with  their    huge   genius  or  Brain-s  - and
yet  never  equal    if  added  up  to  the   ULTIMATE  TOTAL   of
COSMIC  CONSCIOUSNESS  of  that   FIRST  CAUSE  , the  DIVINE
or  the  GRAND  DESIGNER
 (that   some  COSMOLOGIST  love  to  baptize  as) .

Though  the  MODERN  SCIENCE  is  more  interested
in  the ' Decimal End ' ; rather   than   the  ABSOLUTE  WHOLE  !

This    much  is  the  submission  by  me ;  a  lay  man  indeed .
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REPORTING   IN   GENERAL
======================
Externally  I  am  happy  and  doing   all   well
and
Real  pain ?  -  that's   deep  and     within  my  Soul !

When  I  suffer otherwise
physically or  in my  mind
I  keep it    well  covered  within
In  family  and  material  way ,  my    needs  are well   fulfilled !

And  what  is  
deep  inside  my    Soul   is  more often  impossible
for  me  to  print  in  words
Yet  outside ,   I  am  doing   all well
 otherwise .
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"  WORLD   CUP   Vs     INDIA   :    WHAT   IS   THE   SCORE  ?"
The  Times  Of  India  , Kolkata; Thursday , July  10,2014 :  Front  Page
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"Footbll  is  the  only   truely   Gloal Sport  of  our  time '" - - -------
 - - - - - ---- - ----- - --- - ----
"sadly India  is  currently  ranked  an  abysmal  154th  and  playing  in  the  final   is a distant  dream  for  now "
=====================================================================
And    how   the  crazy  madness  or  induced  hype  or  addiction   is affecting   the   Indians , young  and  old  ? !
A  short    report  :
A  few  days   back     four    brilliant  students  of  class  XII  of   Rishra   of  Hoogly Dist. (  near  konnagar  )  left  their  home   on  false pretext   of  attending    tutorial   class(?), then  put  on  their  new   Brazylian  Football-Jersy  and  played  football  in  some  konnagar  field  then  came  to   bathe   in ' BARA  MANDIR '- Ghat  and    all  of them  got drowned    finished    their   state  as ' DEAD ' in the  High  Tide  Flow  of Ganga .
They  were  all  aspiring  for    football  sport  but  dd  not had  the  Swimming  Skill  ESSENTIAL  for  a    River-side  living .
Finally    they  were  all  single  child    of  their   parents  .
More   finally  ,  one  father  died of  heat  attack  within  a  few days    and the    mother   is   now  a  victim of   Dementia  (  as   far  as  I  now ) !
And  I  don't  know  other   reports  of   India   with  154th  Ranking  in    World  Sport .
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In   my    younger   days  1960 --70-s , Pele   of  Brazil    came  to   India    I   wrote  some  thing (Manuscript )     of   the  then   CRAZE  or MADNESS  ! . But  that  is  not  the  ISSUE  here .
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IT   WAS  IMPOSSIBLE   FOR   ME   TO   SHAPE   THIS   AS   A   VERSE  .  SO !, POETRY OR  PROSE   ;  THE ESSENCE    WAS  PRECIOUS  TO  ME  !  AND    THUS  IT  CAME  OUT .