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The Scatheless Soul

Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,

Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,

You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful bouts of darkness and despair,
You might perhaps possess lives of mankind in multitudes,
Cripple economies and ravage revenues.

Say, can you cease the blowing of wildly winds?
Say, can you banish a bridal blush or a child’s caprice?
Say, can you hold the hanker of a koel for its lilting lyrics, while it sings?
Say, can you shackle the Sun, or rob its rays with your bitter malice?

You are nothing but an atomic annihilator, a sombre spree,
In vain you strive to rule over our spirits free,
We would surmount all sufferings and decimate your derisive decree.

Saptarshi Mukherjee

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Incertitude

Incertitude
Who am I...?
Am I the first born son, emanating from a fire of passion?
Am I the long lost hope, rekindled, ravenous in the eyes of my forebears?
Am I the caressed cocoon, spun out of love and compassion?
Whose silken threads, entice and embellish the vain vanity of its wanton wearers?
Am I a prodding prodigy,
Aimed at excelling in every sphere ?
Am I, a porous sponge, meant to absorb every single human emotion, a mortal can bear?
Am I a doted upon enduring exemplar or a doomed ephemeral effigy?
Am I the mellow and musky mist, exuding from a bare bosom?
Am I the naive, reticent lover, imperfect, yet dearest to my beloved?
Am I the longing in her eyes, a hypnotic hum?
Am I mere an object of desire- usurped, used, seduced, shoved?
Would I be another mere mortal among the countless thriving throng?
Lashed by grief, aged by time, thwarted by fear and smitten by love?
Would I be a forgotten fable or a perennial song?
Would I be remembered as -
A peacock- proud of its plumage,
An Owl- sombre yet subtle , of a lettered lineage,
A nightingale-serenading a song touching the core ,
A mystic bird from an ancient lore,
or , a dove – cygnet soft , gentle sitting on an alcove?
Oh Time! Tarry! A little,
Before I transcend from this world to the other,
Hark ! I plead, solve this riddle.
Oh Wind! Carry away my doubts to the omniscient; 
Rush against all odds, be it a mighty mountain or a rampant ridge.
Time is running, I dread to lose myself in this mystic maze,
Oh Almighty! Accept my venerations to you my liege,
Enlighten me , before my mortal remains is set ablaze. 

-Saptarshi Mukherjee

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A Poor's Penchant

For what am I born?
Born to consume myself?
Born to get plucked off my leaves and get torn?

Born to walk on ice and feel the numb
Born to be criticized, cursed and yet stay dumb?

A loaf of bread,
A bed on road often pitted and tread.

An earthy dust laden skinny cloth,
is what I bear, for that further makes me an entity to loath.

For who shall open his heart and speak few words of love and compassion?
For who shall disguise himself to turn meek, for a poor beggar who even can’t 
afford his own cremation?


Oh! Almighty, you owe me life of kings!
To balance thou judgment and demolish those dominant devils
Oh! Almighty you owe me royal raiment’s and ravishing rings
And make those boisterous heads droop down, as if hollow glasses 
bespattered after fallen from hills.

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My Son

Far away in the West,
Far far away from my cuddles and caresses,

Lives my son, 

Where rapid is the rise of the sun, where the sun is remiss to rest.
Where he is surmounting over all tides and tempest, searing snares and savoring success.
Where the winds herald his coming, where friends and foes at his behest.

Far away in the West, 
Far far away from my cadences and caprices, 

Lives my son,
In the land of dazzle, land of dare, 
Land of fortune, land of absolute air, 
Land of inventions, land of brewing beer.

Far away in the West, 
Far far away from my dirge and distress, 

Lives my son, 
His dreams- a swift sturdy stallion,
Now smother him and saddle him towards shallow success.
The land where he once spent debonair doting days with me, is now a bygone ghostly galleon.

Far away in the West, 
Far far away from my tears and trinkets,

My son , let me live in your heart’s undefiled chamber and let me glide in your soul’s virgin glade.

Saptarshi Mukherjee

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Oh! My Valentine

Lo! What a fine day it is
All the creatures are basking in bliss.

The sunlight has found his essence in the rippling river
Look the way it flows and dance,
Gleaming and singing passionately by making her voice quiver.

Listen! To the buzz of the honey bees,
The Queen has found her mate and the drones, environ them and relish,
Outshine them with golden grains of pollen and scatter nectar all the way for a 
royal retread.


Listen! To the breeze cool, calm and composed
Murmuring in its own way, some song for you and me,
heralding the onset of the day of love, which I possess for thou my beloved.
Watch! The leaves are shaking and the flowers pouring upon us from that 
teasing tree.

The birds in couples, like cupid stricken,
are flying in harmony, high under the shy sky.

It’s the ambience of love my valentine
And with thy charm and gaze, thrice its size blooms the eglantine.

Let’s inherit all the love of earth, sky and water
And make a dazzling dwelling made solely of love, which amongst all gems 
shine and glitter.

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An Ode To My Mother

An Ode to my mother.

Each day with the rising of the sun
With the sweet melody of the birds and
With the fragrance of sweet flowers,
With the opening of buds which bloom to begin a new life,
Bloom to turn into beautiful flowers
I also bloom to rediscover new life
New energy and new path

You rise up each day
My spirits rise up to new height

You speak up each day
My heart echoes to your words

You smile each day
And I feel like heaven’s door are opened
And the entire world’s happiness is bestowed to me.

Sometimes you turn morose
Then the light which reaches me and
Rejuvenates my life turns dim and I shrink,
The beautiful flower’s whose source of nutrition are you
Wither, die, scatter and fall on your feet,
The leaves which were once bright and lusty green,
Lose their strength and color
And fall pale brown, lifeless, burnt and make me bare and make me lose my 
identity.

And when you are burning in rage and fury
You fall on me like hails and thunderstorms
Your agony makes me burn and I dazzle with pain.

And when you turn silent
The darkness within you
Condense now to dark clouds
Drenched with your tears,
Tears of your pain and resentment
Then you pour on me heavily
To cool me and extinguish that
Fire and give a healing touch to my burns.

Oh! Mom you are the Mother Nature,
Who embraces her children and teaches them to survive,
I bow before you and salute you my mother.

Saptarshi Mukherjee

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Debt and Life

Man wants life, too easy, as sweet as honey
But for that needs money.

Money he may though have
But not sufficient for him to behave.

Not sufficient for his needs and deeds
Like uncountable rosary beads.

For his satisfaction of materialistic lust
He requires money to sweep away his hungry dust.

But wherefrom will he get more money
Which for him, it is as sweet as honey.

Atlast, he lays his hands for debt, debt for a few rupees
And from that day, a charge on his character levies.

Today, tomorrow came and went
With the end of each day, money came and got spent.

Again, he requires more money to sweep his dirty dust
Again some generous donors fulfilled his lewd lust.

Days came and went, with each sunrise and sunset
But his mind never sensed shame and regret.

Again he needs money to sweep away his dirty dust,
But this time no generous donors did him just,
Instead their generous face, radiated bright with rage and disgust.

Now he was all alone
Trusted by none and havoc prone.

He now realized his folly
To waste money in leisure and be jolly.

Company owners found him useless
Wasting time and energy in task meaningless.

They asked him to give his resignation letter or else get fired
He remembered the bright sunny day when he was hired.

Everywhere he was surrounded by dense cloud of darkness
No light, no hope only sadness.

Alas, he had no other option but to repent
Sit alone in dark and lament.

He went to a nearby river bank
Saw his reflection in rippling water and his heart sank.

Unable to bear the pain, the grief, the depression which pinched in him in
He jumped into the mighty river to wash away his sin.

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A Dainty Soul

Like a soft breeze and tender soul you came
Tickling my heart, while playing a wonder game.

You have those sparkling and glittering eyes
Whither I could see the fairies dance, angels sing and I lost in a world of 
disguise.

Your dark locks of hair, falling like a black cascade
Beguile me and make the darkness within me fade.

Your laughter, echo within my heart
And make my soul mystified as if mesmerized by a work of art.

You have that divine innocence
You have that charismatic essence
You are an epitome of perseverance and patience.

You are like the soft lily flower
Hidden in my hearts bower

You are like the tender dew drop
Which hangs amidst my world of dreams atop.

Your heart is as big as heavens glade
Where hatred fades and love is made.

You are a wonder creation of god
Descended earth from heavens abode.

Beautiful and marvelous for all reasons
Soothing and healing away all lesions.

Oh! Rejuvenating and beguiling effervescence
I bow before you in absolute deference.

You are the dainty soul who bids sorrow adieu
Oh! Dear lady wont you address to my mellifluous woo?

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A Raksha Bandhan Lay

A Raksha Bandhan Lay
 
Oh! Once again autumn marked its onset
The flowers now shed and leaves now torn
But the fragrance of love and charm now set
As once again dear sister you made those tender days touched, and once again 
yours beguiling woo now born.

Born and united with the eve of Raksha Bandhan,
Which to me is sacred, trusted and dearer than no other dhan.

Your childish caprice, your sweet smile
Your tender tresses, your cute caress
Like frolic moments, loving but volatile,
Like angels lay’s and fairies confesses.

Oh! Deign princess this is just a lay,
For the moonlit glorious Fay.

This lives in the woodland of my dreams
And like amber and amethyst burns and gleams.

The enchanting moments we spent together
Very delicate and tender like pinion’s feather
Lo! Ere they falter and whither,
Save! Ere they dismantle hither-thither.

Moments though subtle and soft,
Sheltered in my heart atop and aloft.

You are the lambent luminescence
Which aglints my heart and evokes my essence
In the time of agony, you stand behind me as patience and perseverance.

You are the sweet comrade of mine,
You never let the fire within me decline.

I vow, I will always stand besides you
Amidst the scorching heat, I will outshine you with gentle dew

I would be your liege, yours loyal
For my dear sister - regal and royal.

Amidst hopeless hearth
I will seek for you mirth.

The bond of love, which you send me as a token
Would be bonded on my wrist, so stiffly which couldn’t be broken

Oh! Dear sister, my sweet comrade
As long as my heart pervades, like a merry nightingale in my heart you will 
serenade

SAPTARSHI MUKHERJEE

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Rain

RAIN

 
To quench the thirst of this blazing earth,
The doors of heavens opened and inhabitants of earth celebrated their rebirth.
                                                                                             
In thousands radiant, sparkling rain drops poured
While the dark sky above did roared. 

Trees, plants & herbs radiated their lush green colour dark
Tiny ants and insects took shelter in its wet bark.

Lightning, thunderstorms, like trumpet blew
Welcoming the new world and giving the scorching heat adieu.

Birds made merry and created veritable bedlam
Water filled in rivers, seas and dams.

It fell and swept the dust of this dusty earth
Fell like cleaning the sin of this heinous world.

And suddenly sun appeared from behind the dark clouds
Rain now slowed down, termites and ants left their mounds.
                                                                                                        
Rain drops like tiny prisms
Glorious and marvelous of all seasons,
Proliferated by sun light
Made a kaleidioscope of light,
Up above in the sky, God blessed us from that height
Like seven stars and seven ages, heaven blessed us with seven divine lights 
Stretching from east to west encircling the entire globe the raindrop displayed its 
might.

Rain came and blessed us with its showers
Blessed us with its divine drops, which fell on this thirsty earth and scented like 
sweet flowers.

To quench the thirst of this blazing earth
Rain came and cooled the burning hearth.