Monsoon Sonata
A tree standing in solitude In the rural midland Monsoon showers filled the side A few yellow birds cross it A lonely man sitting under the tree A burst of thunders Sonata of torrenrial rains As if a lyrical one Heavy monsoon flutters the forest Thus a day would pass by Stopping all manual work quiet This is the day of monsoon sonata. Fugitive Time It seems you have spent alone one year clear Have you thought of me standing over the river Water, water everywhere Encircles me dear I was at the garden of red oleander Watching milestones of poetry Sparkle I see in the the sky everywhere You were not with me for a year But I found you in the moonlight whispering dimmer Slowly I inch towards you If you decide return to my door With a hope that if I get the lost one year. End Of The Story To be precise my story ends here Just wait to confront thick darkness But I know time mutates in such dark ambience Good people turn frauds and frauds wise men History of mankind is like thus But mind you this is not the time to play duffer Humanism splinters around us Domestic people do not try to restore such scar To be precise the story does not end here Throw your eyes sharp everywhere And perceive what ruination faces crumbling of human values. Milestone There are milestones everywhere History contained it in its fingers Men seem to have lost sight This is the penitence of our great times I picked the line from stone slab It is filled with multiple meanings The word contains in it deep idea and illuminaation At such time I pick a line and park it on the table Reflection is found of million stars from the surface Milestones mean history of the past Those who neglect it yet just get lost The sun sinks in the spread of million stars I chase it like a mirage But I find in it eternal times of my ancestors. Word In action is active A binge of words Hung under it big bags of gaffes No one keeps his words All is lost in big lie Now floats a tale of rainbow Little bit of that is prime show The rest is a big bully Found a bag of lies in its tally. Bio: PhD in English, Literary Critic, Poet and Feature Writer of Indian Express Group of Newspapers. Former Lecturer Tagore University Distance Education, Dept of English. Poetry Showcase from Anushna Biswas Anushna Biswas Reviews “The Elixir Maker and Other stories written by Ajanta Paul”
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