RATAN GHOSH

 

RATAN GHOSH

 

Reminiscence

 

My heart weeps in woe…

 

When I see thee in such mortal blow

 

Oh!  My father, losing you is an ordeal of the day

 

How can my bereaved heart forget that arid bay?

 

Nothing can bloom since the loss of your heart

 

Momentary consolation is just a social art

 

Time will heel up one day the wounded bereaved sea

 

My lonely ship will weep in pain forever without having glee

 

My mind is haunting you in the corners of our empty room

 

Nothing but there I find only helpless gloom

 

Living in isolation I can envision those golden phases

 

When you used to kiss in my gleeful face

 

Every moment your thought is walking with me

 

Often that reminds me that you were a big banyan tree

 

Often I lose in dream to see your sweet image

 

In daybreak I wail only for the loss of your lively face

 

A day before you caressed me touching my forehead and hand

 

I still then never felt I will be in such arid sand

 

Death has taken away thy mortal body from me

 

That can never kill those planted green sea

 

You ever planted upon me the songs of your soul

 

That is why I ever feel in me your majestic role

 

So long I will be alive on this lonely painful earth

 

Thy memory will ever haunt me as a unique art

 

You are my sweet father living ever in my soul

 

Nothing can substitute your sweet sensitive role

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My Love: A Lost Soul

 

Sold...

 

Strayed being wayward...

 

In the world of illusion and passion

 

Drying up in the midst of the day

 

Looking for a drop of ray...

 

Winking to drink thy eternal glow

 

That once taught me to sink in the eternal flow

 

Suddenly a lusty storm devoured my soul

 

Living in oblivion I lost my path and  goal...

 

Days passed , weeks passed and thereby the months and years

 

Illusion,  lust,  greed and hopes engulfed all the prayers

 

Living in mother's womb I used to pray as you taught

 

Being enchained in such drifted earth I forgot your thought

 

I remember you promised me to keep a vast space

 

Coming to this mundane earth I lost thy grace

 

Neither could I define that you promised being pleased

 

Nor I could try to swim in thy world of bliss

 

I am now eagerly waiting to be blessed at this stage

 

Losing all my ages and soulful craze

 

Looking at the grey hair I am thinking in woe

 

How can I retreat to that lost glorious glow?

 

Waiting to cross the bar at least with thy vibes

 

My dead mind is drifting among the helpless lives

 

Weeping in utter woe for the lost sold soul

 

Lying in the burnt pyre I can envision my lost path and goal.

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My Love: A Soul

 

You can't leave me...

 

You can't....

 

Being an embodiment of your heart, head and soul

 

I am ever enraptured with your magical role

 

A magical role...

 

That removes my worries in times of hardships

 

That removes my helplessness in times of isolation

 

That caresses me to sleep in times of insomnia

 

That speaks to me in all walks of life...

 

In daydream…

 

And...

 

In every moment even when I think to die

 

But...

 

I can't die....

 

From you…

 

Even from me…

 

So long we have this magical tie

 

Which we cared and reared...

 

Without any earthly fear

 

For many hours and tears

 

Yes.....

 

Many hours and tears....

 

Which we shed in silence with confusions and cares

 

You can't leave me dear

 

You can't…

 

Just you can't…

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RATAN GHOSH

 

RATAN GHOSH (India), MPhil, PhD, Editor, a free-lance writer, a poet, a Short story writer, has experience of more than 15 years of teaching and research. He has published a number of research articles in peer review and UGC approved journal and presented seminar papers in National and International seminars in different universities of India. His poems have been featured in many international E- journals, Journals and paper back anthologies across the globe.