KAKOLI MAJUMDAR GHOSH

 

All On A Sudden

 

If our paths separate, turning apart,

claiming a fragrant forgetting,

our routes go a different way,

when it's our time to depart,

if the melody of the seasons

cease to play one day,

when it may rain all on a sudden,

showering some pent-up reason,

don't stop or go astray.

Leave behind the stony burden

of empty promises taken

at every milestone,

until the stars burn

showing you at the dawn

the secret key hidden night-long,

to the dark's golden prison.

 

The captive moments of regret

will tune the music again,

as long as in me you'll remain

day after day, sleep after sleep

in my eyeline deep,

where the tear-drops do never weep.

The parched miles of the desert

will sprout once again

if your fingers fondle the sandy pain.

of overflowing emptiness

all on a sudden.

 

Eyes, Rain, And A Story

 

An old book taken out of the shelf,

a few pages fluttering in the breeze,

some stories, some truths merge,

drops of yellowed time blotched,

page after page, stained as if an art,

some lines remembered by heart, some forgotten,

smell of clouds hanging in the wardrobe,

the mirror wrinkling with age,

a little rain, a faint bridge in the haze,

reaching beyond the moon

over the rocky ridge.

An unfinished wine,

some pencil strokes fine,

unwashed memories waiting

in the dumped heaps of mistakes,

one day comes to an end

but stays in the folds of clean clothes,

in neatly ironed creases.

Page after page, cloud after cloud,

stories seek eyes, tears await rain,

eyes drown dreams,

the silent drama of the shadows

never ceases.

 

A paused age stayed so long along,

doubting the growing mirror;

habits prolong,

forgotten repeats ripen the facts,

when the pages disperse in the air,

the stories flow apart.

Why the storm blew away the sun

when the spring was so near?

 

Destination

 

The unknown ways that go straight

disappearing far at a distance,

have always signaled me

calling me away further.

Their straightforward calls

keep me in a wonder

if they'll ever take me

someday somewhere.

I've surrendered to the restless call,

that takes me by my hand

guiding me through nowhere

to a homeless new land.

 

Search for a home

have made me alone,

address seems absurd.

A lost route taught me to trust

and rely on the far North star.

Known paths have never taken me

to your threshold

that frames the moon,

boundary of limits can't flag my destination.

Your address, an illusion endless

has steered the ordinary paths

through my journey to the seamless.

 

KAKOLI MAJUMDAR GHOSH

 

KAKOLI MAJUMDAR GHOSH: An award-winning author and poet from India, Kakoli reflects her deep concern about the aloofness of modern society toward the worldwide devastation in the name of religion and power. Awarded the title ‘Poet of the Year’ for her poetry book ‘The Bridge’ published in the US and ‘Author of the Year’ for the story ‘Estuary’ published through Amazon Kindle, acquired her featured place in the Litteratura Magazine. Her short stories are published by Ukiyoto and have also been selected for their upcoming Mega Film series.  Her first poetry book ‘Unfinished’ ruddered her literary voyage. Her oeuvres are published in various anthologies like Poems for Haiti (South Africa), Paradise on Earth Vol 1 and 2 (USA), New Norm (Excellor Books / Oxford Book Store), poems on 'Adversity' and War in Ukraine in Poet Magazine (UK), poems on Women Empowerment, a collaboration of Indo-African poets, (South Africa), etc. A postgraduate in English Literature, Kakoli is equally keen on writing Bengali poems and short stories, and her vernacular works have been published in various printed and online magazines. Her paintings adorn the cover page of her poetry book ‘The Bridge’, and several other books.