What is raw passion
Why does it put the mind to test
How are the two connected
In a rare play of dance and duet

My zeal explodes with passion
My mind designs the itinerary
And the dual engine propels me
On this captivating journey

Not allowing my daily fears
To develop into a Frankenstein
Proscribing my mind from playing tricks
To keep me permanently confined

I continually stoke the hunger
For novelty, creativity, disruption
Keeping my passion engine
In rambunctious condition

Subir Chakraborty / 3rd May 2018

 

 

 

 

The absurdity of human existence
Lies in the lucidity of irrelevance
Which we subscribe lifelong
In the pursuit of meaningless affluence

We continue our relentless pursuit
Imagining a life of permanence
Forgetting to savour our moments
In a period of relative transience

Suffering more often than not
Severe pangs of conscience
Which more often than not
We block with deep vengeance

This ridiculous situation can continue
Until the final day of deliverance
Or if realisation dawns early
Tearing us back to relevance

Subir Chakraborty / 8th April 2018

We all carry stories in our heads
Stories about ourselves, about others
About events, people, race, faith
Black, white, not so black, not so white

One story denotes one theme
One idea
One leg of the elephant
One singular focused definition

Good boy, bad boy, good girl, bad girl
Good religion, bad religion
Good leader, bad leader
Good country, bad country

Building fear or ecstasy
Love or hatred
Depending on which leg of the elephant is in your grasp
Which story you have read

That is why it is necessary to read other stories
Stories about the same people, faith, race, country
So that your opinion is not based on just one story
Repeated multiple times over in your head

So that you know, that along with light the sun also brings heat
That along with faith a religion also demands conformity
That along with invincibility also comes failure
That along with love also comes sacrifice

Subir Chakraborty
7th May 2021

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