Assemblage of treasure

I am a conscientious collector
Hunting for treasure bright,
From dawn to eventide
Forever searching with fervor.

Softness of a baby pink dawn,
Fluffy cotton candies floating in leisure,
Coy sunrise blushing in pleasure,
Calisthenics of birds airborne.

Dewdrops forming a semblance
Pearl necklace on a solitary leaf,
Perfume of Jasmine, a sudden whiff,
Squirrels waltzing in perfect balance.

First raindrop on earth’s parched lip,
Storm showcasing psychedelic lightening
With thunder’s staccato drumming,
Graceful rain twirling on toe tip.

Sensuous kiss of a honeysuckle,
Kaleidoscopic flirtation of a butterfly,
Precise discipline the marching ants comply,
Sting of an angry bee on my poor knuckle.

Purple folds of velvet sunset,
Arena bathed in full moon floodlight,
Dark sky etched with diamonds bright,
Headlights peeping from an owl’s nest.

I store them all in a box of ivory tone
Combination carved in my heart for reference.
When there is no memory or coherence,
Inseparable shadows of the twilight zone

I'll dive into my precious booty,
Chuckling like a toothless child.

elixir of life

A slender ray of light
desparately struggling,
trying to permeate
the dark dense ominous clouds.

It slashed and it tore--
perseverence paid.

A gate of hope
A cottage of happiness
A hearth of love

stands illuminated!


This elixir of life,
hold on to it tight.

A BONGLISH NONSENSE

A whisper ran from ear to ear
Gyan sir his wife, very much fear.

Month end he went to market
Find Padma- hilsa very cheap rate.

Greed not control, he buy fish
Come home swinging big fat Ilish.

Low voice say, wife! fish very grand!
Not elebele but Padma river brand.

Wife very angry spitting out paan
Shout, you know how family I run?

Month end wasting money on fish
Not small puNTi but costly Ilish!

Do you think paisa hang from tree?
Or have Mint, whose you have key?

Go , return Hilsa immediately,
Gyan sir head down, from there flee.

HAIKU IKEBANA

The red horizon
beckoning a long dark night,
abused and alone.


A soft pink sunrise
glows on the mother's tired eyes,
as the new born cries.


A catterpillar sleeps,
bathing in 'vibgyor' hues,
a butterfly peeps.

VIBGYOR LIFE

Tiny Violet lay curled
Mother's womb her world,
Careless and secure
Growing life so pure.

Little Indigo was born
One early summer morn,
A lovely little dame
As precious as a gem.

Blue, a fair maiden
Wooed by men in dozen,
Loved a poor scholar
And married amidst jeer.

Green, a loving home-maker
Poverty, not a bother,
Laughter echoed in her cottage
No meanness, no outrage.

Yellow, struck by fate
Tragically lost her mate,
Young, pretty and hapless
Object of lust and disgrace.

Orange, a determined fighter
Her strength proving mightier,
She worked, fed, survived
With dignity, couldn’t be bribed.

Red flames licked the pyre
Struggle smoothed by fire,
Beauty and strength of a woman
Depicted by rainbow bedizen.

ANGEL

The other day
As I was walking my pet Labrador,
I met Mrs.Ray,
Holding on to leashes not one, but four.
We greeted and smiled,
I couldn’t help but notice, the dogs did lack;
Rocky was blind,
Jenny had a deep burn right across her back.
Minu and May,
One with a deep gash, other, a severed tail.
Here were they,
A bunch of pitiable mutilated mongrel.
Their tails wagged
As she whistled ,calling out each by name.
Ugly and mangled
Yet happily frisking about, ready for a game.
My shock she read
And narrated tales of heinous torment;
Some men well-bred
Poured boiling water on pups as punishment,
They beat them
With sticks, till their legs were a mangled mass;
What a shame!
firecrackers tied on to tails, uncouth and crass.
Thoughtless act,
Executed by none other than a human;
A hard fact,
Torturing casually for the sake of fun.
She rescued them,
Brought them home, nursed them to health,
Though blind and lame,
Her world revolved around her precious wealth.
A few Mrs. Rays
Give us renewed hope for a harmonious world.
They are angels,
Making the devilish works of mankind annulled.
I salute to you all
For your untiring selfless and honorable deed!
I am too small,
My kindness and love confined to my pedigree breed.

THE JUDGEMENT

Let me tell you all a story
Of a little girl, whose memory
In my heart lies deeply imprinted!

She was pretty she was smart,
God’s precious work of art-
A more adorable child I hadn’t met!

She kept praying for a sister,
Her parents she would pester,
“Oh! get me one” she’d say in earnest!

Then one fine summer day,
She heard her momma say,
“Baby! Soon you’ll have a playmate”.

Her father clapped out loud,
“A son would make me proud!
Another girl is not welcome, it ain’t.”

A female it was tested,
And mercilessly aborted,
She couldn’t fathom what it meant!

She sobbed and she cried,
“You lied! Oh you lied!”
Why to heaven was my sister sent?

Act so barbaric and gross
Was repeated, sans remorse,
God’s own rule these mortals would amend.

They bought a brand new car,
And for a long drive went afar,
Failing brakes causing an accident!

Parents were left unscathed,
But the little angel lay dead;
Perhaps this was God’s Judgment!

A Divine voice seemed to say,
“For your sins you’ll have to pay,
You surely do not deserve my present!”