Why is the talk of love
So very lively, interesting
Engaging
Never ending

Why is the talk of marriage
So very settling, assuring
Stabilising
Solidifying

Why is the talk of children
So very intense, involving
Contradicting
Celebrating

Why is the talk of life
So very refreshing, rejuvenating
Anticipating
Expecting

Why is the talk of death
So very threatening, exhausting
Dissipating
Devastating

Why is the talk of the soul
So very mystifying, abstracting
Non-grasping
Nothing

Subir Chakraborty / 12th April 2018

Who wants to lie idle
When you can be up and about
Who wants to close his ears
When melodious music abounds

Who wants to close his heart
When poetry is creating a rhythm
Who wants to close his mind
When realisation is dawning within

Who wants to be lonely
When aloneness gives a call
Who wants to be miserable
When joy surrounds us all

Who wants hatred
When love is easy to teach
Who wants destruction
When creation is within reach

Who wants to stop
When you can storm the bastion
Who wants an answer
When you can live with a question

Subir Chakraborty / 7th April 2018

The night throws a shroud around my feelings
Enveloping those delicate sheaths
With utmost care, with extreme caution
For feelings also harbour feelings
Which sway with the murmuring zephyr
Living, throbbing, having a life of their own
Which cannot be disturbed
Lest they decide to leave
Treading one step at a time
Ever so softly
Into the surrounding silence

The dew drops which descend noiselessly
Keep company as they only can
Weaving their way through the leaves, flowers, blades of grass
Caressing lovingly
Entwining themselves with their dainty lovers
Entreating them to stay
Nightlong

Subir Chakraborty
17th April 2021

In my haste to live
I have perhaps missed out on life
In my haste to earn big bucks
Perhaps impoverished my mind

When I sit down today
And recount all those days
When I could have but didn’t
When I should have but declined

Not to anybody else but to myself
For the promise of a better tomorrow
For the comfort of external status
For the cushion of a nest egg

Sacrificing my present relentlessly
My day to day existence
My own peace of mind
My call of the soul

Realising very late in life
That it does not take too much
To be blissfully joyous and content
To soar with the wind and sing with the birds

To connect with long lost friends
To spread a little cheer
To think of life as a journey
With some good thoughts to spare

Subir Chakraborty
15th April 2021

When the moment approaches
When the far seems near
Why do the knees tremble
And the lips begin to quiver

She does not as yet know
Whether he will finally state
The words she’s been dying to hear
For what seems like decades

Why does she appear nervous
Losing her usual composure
Creating a unique situation
And self imposed pressure

Will he, won’t he, will he
Eats her up from inside
An unbearable condition
Of continuing seek and hide

Subir Chakraborty / 25th April 2018

 

 

 

 

The prattle does not intrude on my tranquility
But the valley does
Sweeping me in its wake
To a consciousness far above

Why do consecutive waves
Affect me so violently
Emanating out of the depths
To wrench me out completely

Into a new order of serenity
With a soaringly superior poise
Where the earlier order of tranquility
Can at best be termed noise

And this metamorphosis continues
Successive welcoming of the new
Till the self is no more the self
I earlier loved and knew

Finally the self or whatever remains
Dissolves into the ether
Taking me back to my roots
To become one with nature

Subir Chakraborty / 26th April 2018

It is interesting reading material
Grabbing Sunday bytes
But for the ones at the wrong end
It is called genocide

When humans turn into fiends
Destroying every fabric
Of humanity and its manifestations
Treating it as debris

For the hapless victims
The effects are well known
Having lost near and dear ones
And all that they ever owned

What would the murderers feel like
When all would again be quiet
When the frenzy would have subsided
And the hysteria would have died

Exhilaration or remorse
Both are equally possible
Depending on the degradation
Of the human crucible

Brought about by hardening
Through repeated exposure
To satanic influences
And mephistophelian culture

Subir Chakraborty / 4th April 2021

 

 

The heliconia in full bloom
Is gradually waning
Withering away
Perched on a solitary stem

Perfection and imperfection
Coexisting
Cohabiting peacefully
One giving way to the other
Surrendering its right to hold centre stage
Submitting silently to the law of nature
The bright colours of youth slowly losing lustre
To reveal the wrinkled texture of old age

Perfection transforming itself to imperfection
Only to metamorphose back to health
Through a preordained productive surge
A new flower
Another creation
Traversing with consummate ease
The path of constant evolution

Subir Chakraborty
2nd April 2021

The middle path of the Buddha
Not too high, not too low
Neither grieving, nor ecstatic
Not too warm, not too cold

What does this mean
What does this teach
Beyond the usual rhetoric
And what is preached

For Buddha meant something
More than those mere tasks
More than what is contained
In the noble eight fold path

Equidistance from extremes
Was the message at its core
Packaged in sermons
And repeated encore

Success or failure
Conquest or defeat
Nothing is permanent
In the lives that we lead

The middle path signifies
A detachment supreme
Where the mind is unaffected
And remains pristine

Subir Chakraborty / 13th June 2018

I can see your smiling face
Deep in my mind’s eye
The lock of hair caressing your forehead
Gently waving to me to come by

You are truly miles away
Doing whatever it is you do
At this time of the hour and day
With zeal and sincerity to boot

I wonder if you take your mind away
For a minute or even a second
To fleetingly think of me once in a while
And savour the unique moment

I have this strange feeling
That you actually care and do
For I can hear my heartbeats
Echoing a melodious tune

When I get to meet you once again
You may not agree with what I say
But the rare glint in your eyes
May give you totally away

Subir Chakraborty / 7th May 2018