It’s Me…

Walked out of the home,
I was heading for the work,
To get there I caught the bus,
At the signal bus got stuck.
And when I pushed my hand forward,
To pay the bus fare,
When I looked around everyone
Was giving me the stare,
And I realized,
It’s Me, It’s Me, It’s Me, It’s Me…

Was looking out of the window,
Everybody was in a hurry,
As if they are some characters,
From the play with no story.
As they all are heading for the war,
Nobody knows where,
Whom they are fighting with and who is going to win/lose,
Nobody really cares,
And I see,
It’s Me, It’s Me, It’s Me, It’s Me…

And when I am on the platform,
With the people all around,
I am not able to see my feet,
Nor able to see the ground.
We are running as we are in the race,
Which we are all about to fail,
And no one realises that,
Everyone is alone in the race and nobody else out there,
And I think,
It’s Me, It’s Me, It’s Me, It’s Me…

No matter where I am,
No matter whom I meet,
No matter where I am heading,
No matter I cross which street.
Its when I look around,
I see everything the same,
As if I’ve been here,
And I have already played this game,
And I know,
It’s Me, It’s Me, It’s Me, Everywhere

True Relation....

The infatuated pumpkin considers
Its bamboo trellis to be a mythical aeroplane.
By contempt never looks down on earth,
Saluting as brothers the moon, the sun and the stars.
Convinced to be a celestial being,
It sighs while contemplating the Void.
It thinks that only the stem, too coarse,
Clings it to the earth as its kith and kin.
In no time, once getting rid of that stem
It can soar at will to its luminous sphere.
Once the stem severed, it understood well
The sun is not its relative, the earth is its all in all.

BHALOBASHI SUDHU TUMAY

Tumake peyechi ridoyer chuaay
Dhuti choker aanginay dekechi tumaay
Aasar pradeep jaaliye a mon
Bhasonar nadhi thire swapne haraay .

Kokhono Tumi Aalor pakhi
Aalo joratei sukh je tumar
Kokhono ba tumi premer nadhi
Niye cholecho bhuke dukker pahar

Kokhono tumi ochena pothik
Poth hariye poth khuje pao
Kokhono ba tumi tusher aagun
Eka eka sudhu nijeke purao.

Jotoi aaghat diye jaona tumi
Jotoi dure sore jaina ami
Bhalo laage sudhu je tumay
Bhalobashi sudhu je Tumay...!!!


By
Joydeep Das

Life......

I do not want to die out in this beautiful world,
I long to live among men,
Under this sunlight, in this grove of flowers
If I find a place inside a living heart.
The play of life is ever flowing on earth,
Separation, reunion accompanying laughter and tears,
If I can create an immortal abode
By composing a song with human joy and sorrow.
If I cannot, let me have my refuge
In your midst for the rest of my life :
May I help blossoming flowers of ever new songs
For you to pluck at dawn and at dusk.
After accepting those flowers with a smiling face
Throw them away once the flowers will have faded.

Meditation

Ceaselessly with all my heart
I remember You,
In the solitude beyond the world
I accost You,
Having robbed me of my life and death
You are there.

I find you shoreless,
My love, too, is matchless
That I carry within myself.
My whole heart
Like the sun at the peak of rising
Keeps on gazing like an eye
Momentarily dead.
Unfathomable, endless, a vagabond vision
Admits no barrier.
As if you were this generous sky,
As if I were this shoreless ocean,
In the midst of it rejoices the moonbeam of joy.

You are ever serene night and day,
Restless I am relentless,
Agitated, irresistible :
As far as I perceive from horizon to horizon,
You and I are one.

Joydeep Das

The Waking of a Cascade

This morning how could the rays of the sun
Penetrate inside the heart,
How did songs of the morning birds
Enter the cavern ?
I wonder why after such a long time
The heart has woken up.
The heart has woken up,
O waters keep on swelling,
The desires and the impulsions of the heart
I can restrain no more.
From the trembling mountain
Slide heaps of rocks,
Surging and surging the foaming waters
Keep on hissing vehemently.
Turning and turning, maddened they rush
Here and there,
In an urge to escape they cannot find
The exit of their prison.
As if to snatch the morning, as if
To shred the sky,
They shoot up towards the void
Before falling a-whimpering.
The ecstasy of heart drives them to run,
To tear the mountain’s core asunder,
Amorous with their uplifted arms
They seek to climb up to the sky.

Joydeep Das