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Updated 27-Dec-2001   

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(To the lady who made me love her)

O lady, you, who found me
Among many when so new to the world I was,
O you lady divine who saw me
And blessed me with your love,
I thank you, as my heart so flies away
To happiness which stays in seventh heaven,
You, who brought me from obscurity
And darkness to glory and luminescence.
There I was, a small child,
So ignorant to the ways of the world,
Taking meagre pleasures out of modest means,
Roaming and searching what I not knew;
You found me as I saw you
And felt as something strong in my heart grew.
Oh! Searched I, like a fool, for a beauty
That was, to me, still unseen,
Oh! I dreamed of the fairest lady,
And she had no name and face.
I dreamt of the tender footfalls
Approaching towards me;
Oh! So near she would be,
But so far as a thing un-existing.
Yes, the fool that I was, who dreamt
With eyes closed, and saw not
What lay before his eyes.
Late the love came but strong it grew,
Fate the lucky bird, so sweet it flew.
O, my love was a plant of the tropics
Which rises and rises until its high,
Sunlight blessing my eyes I slept in days
When night came I counted the stars of the sky.
O you lady of wonder, what magic you are
From ground so hard who brought me so far;
You know not what it means to spend a day,
Without you happiness goes astray.
O lady of beauty, you are not beautiful
For beauty itself you are,
You are one that is born but once,
Not one like you are there in lands afar.
Think not that this beauty
Is only what others unlucky can see,
O lady of beauty, you are but one,
From within who is visible only to me.
In love restrained I dwelt my days uneasy,
So much in fear was I to love,
And thought I, not without reasons,
That others deserve you more than me,
The complexities in my life that belied
So wonderful a chance of intimacy,
How I missed you but wished
That love one day will blossom for us.
Blemish of an oath misconceived
Dissolved into nothingness-
The cage broke, the falcon fluttered,
The dots of the sky it followed in vigour new-
And really high it flew.
A man without chains, I am but free,
I can now love you more than there’s in me.
-6\12\98,Calcutta-63

  A brush with life
  A day in adulthood
  A helpless follower
  A man draped in tattered clothes
  After dark
  An axe on Keats
  And can't I mould my future
  And how the dreams fall
  Being in love
  Bereft of success
  Between despair and hope
  Come back soon
  Devil and his counterpart
  Devour
  Engineers
  Epitaph
  Farewell
  Farewell from the circle of friends
  Fast moves the time
  Femina
  Finding Estella again
  Freedom came cheap
  From where to nowhere
  Fulfillment
  Harvest
  Heart in Everest
  Heaven to hell and back again
  HOME
  How he lies amid his ruins, and you smile
  How I missed the beauty
  I wonder
  Insomnia
  Kiss from a rose
  Land's end
  Leeches in my soul
  Letter from battlefield
  Looking back
  Losing everything
  Love and compromise
  Love in modern times
  Madonna
  My abode among the clouds
  My beloved
  Naga Sadhu goes digital
  Nevertheless I tried
  Ode
  On St. Valentine
  On visiting an old place
  Papa dear
  Rancour
  Reminiscences from my graveyard
  Stranger at the tavern
  Suspended animation
  Tears, idle tears
  Telephone call to my beloved
  Tell her I am dead
  Termination
  That passed, this also may
  The blissful illusion
  The breathless seashore
  The bride
  The Buddha smiled, but he died
  The cigarette butt, the mosquito blood
  The day after the crossing
  The desert princess
  The dipping sun
  The eve of St. Valentine
  The frozen wet damsel
  The last word
  The pen and the paper
  The phoenix
  The pimp
  The silence spoke so much
  The soldier's lament
  The tear left a trail
  The world beyond innocence
  They tell me I am mad
  Thoughts of tomorrow
  Titanic
  To hug her close or leave her alone
  Today I die
  Vain is the wish to be born again
  Vanished figure
  Walking through the streets of a country deprived
  When loss pains no more
  Where the grass in not painted green
  Which is better?
  You don't ask
  You see why I died

 

 

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