DEPRESSION    DEEP

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Black -hole   

 sucking  you   deep  within 

Coal-tar  thick  

pasted  around 

Sinking  fast  !

Suffer   it  through  

  do  not  seek the  drug  nor  poison  pill

Dare  the  fall  in    solid  depth,-  so  hard  !

I  say  

 suffer  or  live  it through 

'Event horizon'  up

and  round  your  neck
 don't  let  it   slip - or  nip  it   bud
this  depression  deep
with  'cheating  Drugs '

 The  pregnant   suffering  stage
  with   germinating  off-spring  within
covered  deep  and  dark  within
the  seed  for    coming  'spring '

Suffer  the  pangs and---
 live it  through .

LAST   PICK-UP

Almost  time
for  the  last  pick-up
the Cross.
myself .

All  pieces   prepared
 bit  by  bit
 working  overtime
and  throughout  life

 Now  the  time
 to  pick  up  the  cross
shall  shoulder  it  high
walk  the  path
unto  the allotted  space .

And  you  all  
please  stay   behind  and  far
and  please, --  stay  safe !
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REFINED    EGO  ( My   Name-Plate)

Because  ---I  am
You  are too  , --dear  
 before  me
so  alive !

Even  this  green  living   world   or the   STAGE
as  baptized   or  maybe,-   and
 those  azure  sky  ,  those  clouds
that  Space   beyond
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because   ,   I  am .

All  those  beautiful  reflections --
 even that  dead
 or  dancing  waves  on  river  Ganges
 the  innocent  hyacinth   swimming  slow
all  alive  and   joining me
in  my  self - designed   inspiring ,  exciting
Living  Game  !
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UNIFIED
Where  was  it
What  is  here or  now
Faces  all  around
 Scenes  and  scenario  crowding  on  me
from  all  sides !

 Seems
Reflected   images   all   from  deformed , broken  mirror
vast  -- a   Global  spherical  mirror-play
Or
 I am  myself  wearing  masks and
keeping  myself   absorbed   in every  way

that  beggar ,  this  laborer . the  vendor  -or
that  beautiful   dame   driving  a  car
or  this  expanding green-space    stretching  before
even  that   swimming  clouds,   the  azure  canvas-sky  above
are they  really  not, -  all   myself   reflected  within  me
and screened  outside  !

Asif
 I  am  the  'Pretender' -in  myiad  masks
All  myself  and  reflecting   everything !
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Composed :  half - an - hour  back ;  by  Hiranmoy .

G  of  Octave
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Even  now   sometimes,   Springs do  come
sings   within, smiles  ;even  tease
 through  this  'Autumn -Fall  of  life'
and  memory  takes   up  myriad  forms .

This  long  - long  life  on  longer  path
 throughout   -----------
 all  these  accounting  and  'balance-sheet  '  drawn
 in-spite  of  wearing out  time .

On the   last  scene on  the  Stage , --you  came
like  a  poem .
 Some   words ,  some  verse ; seems  so  unreal  like  dream !
Let  memory   strife  and  thrive  with  scattered  sparks
 that   blossoming  time  of  friendly love  and   spring
 with  reciting poems  like  duets !
And   all  long :
 in between ,- those stretched  out  gaps ,  missing  link
let  them  too  remain.

If such  spring  do visit  again
 I   shall    muse :
Friend ,  what  we  got  is  enough  in life
and  whatever  the  loss   in  whichever  way
 were  but  the  complimentary   dots  and   gaps
 of   a  beautiful  verse   and --
they   all  will   remain   so  much  alive
with  me  ;  within  me  until  the  final  day
 my  dear !
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H  of  Octave
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Some   tunes   do  turn up  like  musical  sound
yet  so  many  do   smile  in  dumb  expression   lone
the  physical   form  will  meet  it's  Entropy   end
and  in  vibrating  waves   this   Soul   re-forms !
like  another   poem   written   with  rhythms  and  rhyme
or like  fragrance that  float  with  spread  out  wings !

Nomore  words  ;  nor   physical   dreams
all  my   expression  now   in   quantum  state  of  Soul
 in duet  with   my  dancing  heart  in joy
covering  more  all  space  and time !

Let  all  luminous   thoughts  be  ever  free
 let all  pure   sublime  love  in me  return
 and  oh !  my  friend and  love
 let   us   meet  there  some when  more
 ever   with  symphony  of  joy !
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Concluded :  Based  on   Life-experiences ; not  imagination .

 F  of  the  Octave
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Like  loss  of memory
some  covering-screen    comes  down
excising  me   from every side
as if , -- this  dark   desigm  will  wipe out
all forms  of  desires , love , all  perceiving  tools
This  river  of  emptiness   I   feel,  has  no  binding  banks !

 Only  the  other time
the  golden  morning  shine
he   dancing flowery  mango groves
and  then  again ,-- some when  beyond
all  these  memories  now  meeting  the  Entropy -   finish !
 Or  mybe  , like    Oceanic  waves
 coming  to  meet  the  shore
 wipe off  those   twin  foot-prints  of  you  and  me
for  all  time !

To  day  I  stand  alone  on  the  beach
 with  wild  wind  blowing  rough
and  I  dream -----
the  young  Sun-shine  playing  on your  serene  face
while  here,  the   darkening  evening  now
 lay   down  its  bed-spread   for    sleep
and   me  too  , it  invites !
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