The bits and pieces of rain
That float in through the window
Sit prettily on my hands, nose, lips
Unable to evaporate quickly
For they have developed leaden feet
Weighed down by the aroma of love
Which they carry in their bosoms

I stare at the minuscule drops
Which take my mind away
To a faraway place, an unknown world
Serene, ethereal, tranquil
Where the cosmos playfully strums
The music of bounty, of creation
Of hearts melting and mingling
Of souls immersed in a joyous melody
Singing in unison with the trees, the flowers, the mountains and the rivers
The notes of longing, of hope, of renewal
Of tenderness, of innocence, of ecstasy
Gently afloat in the air, everywhere
And orchestrating the sublime rainsong

Subir Chakraborty
3rd Sept 2025

What is this earth that we live in
Where we measure our true worth
By destroying and plundering our own
While ushering in unbounded mirth

What is it about Homo sapiens
That defies all laws of rationality
The more progressive we become
The more we embrace irrationality

Can one truly be happy
When someone is suffering and sad
Why does becoming modern
Become synonymous with tendencies mad

Why do we slide down the evolutionary scale
Each time we try to climb
Why do we seek to destroy
And periodically sever what binds

And some hope that they can escape
To another planet nice and chaste
After having destroyed this one
To barrenness and arid waste

Perhaps they do not quite understand
In the DNA lies the real devil
In the glorious progress of humanity
Humaneness lies in peril

No new planet can save us
As long as we are guided by hubris
No god shall come to our aid
To save us from our own debris

Subir Chakraborty
11th August 2025

I can hear the rain again
Falling innocently on the verdant greens
Creating a rare symphony
Of wind, light and sound
Stirring up my mind
Urging me to resonate
Not with any movement
But with my soul
So that my thoughts
Can gradually fade away
Into the distant skies
Leaving in their wake
A unique realisation
Of beauty and harmony
Encompassing my earthly being
Beckoning me to immerse myself
In the tranquility of the heavens
And to be, let be
Just be

Subir Chakraborty
18th July 2025

এই রোদ, এই বৃষ্টি
এক অদ্ভুত লুকোচুরি খেলা
যেন আকাশ মাঝে চলে নিরন্তর
শুধু মন কষাকষির পালা

রাগের মধ্যেই বিরাগ যে আছে লুকিয়ে
আবার বিরাগের মধ্যে রাগের আঘ্রাণ
বৃষ্টির টাপুর টুপুর সোহাগের তালে
আছড়ে পড়ে হত‍্যাকারি বান

কোথা থেকে যে শুরু করি
আর কোথায় গিয়ে শেষ
আদরের মাঝে অভিমানের জোয়ার
জাগায় এক মিষ্টি মধুর রেশ

তাই ত আমি দিলাম তোমায়
আমার প্রাণের মধুর গুঞ্জন
যেখানে রাগের ফাঁকে বিরাগ পাবে
আর পাবে একটা প্রেমসিঞ্চিত মন

সুবীর চক্রবর্তী
১৩ জুলাই ২০২৫

The whispers of love endear more than love
The screams of violence hurt more than violence
The shards of insult penetrate further than abject hatred
The words of sympathy only add to the agony of the moment

It’s only words and yet they count
Far more than what they describe
It’s only words and yet you cannot ignore
For what they dutifully inscribe

Sometimes words precede action
And at times words follow
And in both cases they weigh heavier
And sink deep into the furrow

But what of the unspoken and the unsaid
Which sometimes speak louder than words
A mere flick of the hand or a raised eyebrow
Can create a real storm in a cup

Subir Chakraborty
5th June 2025

I have more than one life in me
The confident, the timid, the stranger
The explorer, the optimist, the vagabond
The professional and the philosopher
Each day I fly a new flag
Wear a new hat
Think of what I haven’t thought before
Tell a new story

Sometimes there’s an audience
At times I’m all alone on the stage
But I scarcely notice
For I’m playing the role for the moment
Riding the ebbs and flows
While nursing the cobwebs of illusions
To live yet another day

But then, who’s the real me?
I sometimes ponder
While floating in the mists of my mind
And toying playfully
With my own silence

Subir Chakraborty
3rd June 2025

Sometimes we talk the least
Of the issues needing primacy
Sometimes mere trivialities
Assume extreme urgency

What is it in human nature
That compels such a stand
When wishing to remain hidden
We bury our face in the sand

When we wish to discuss topics
In our sweet comfort zone
Ignoring an urgent issue
Carrying a discomforting tone

When discomfort is disquieting
And comfort is soothing
Who would wish to take up
An issue painfully worrying

And yet there are a few
Who may beg to differ
Who would not bat an eyelid
Undertaking a challenging offer

For they are the ones
With a strong iron will, and
With a ramrod straight spine
Made of stainless steel

They are the ones who have
Changed the course of this earth
Dreaming with their eyes open
And with raging fire in their hearts

Subir Chakraborty / 6th March 2018

নিজেকে খুঁজছি আমি
সর্বদা, সারাক্ষণ
আলোক আঁধারে, সীমানার পারে
অসীম নিখিলে, সৃষ্টির অবকাশে
পরমাণুর কেন্দ্রবিন্দুতে
রক্তকণিকার নিরন্তর প্রবাহে
জলপ্রপাতের স্বচ্ছ বারিধারায়
শিশিরের স্নিগ্ধ পদশব্দে
একটি শিশুর নির্মল দৃষ্টিতে
মনুষ্য জাতির হাসি, কান্নায়
তার আনন্দে, তার হাহাকারে
তার সব অন‍্যায় আবদারে

কিন্তু কি যেন আমাকে নিরন্তর তাড়া করে বেড়ায়
ফিরে ফিরে আসি নিজের হৃদয়ে
সেই একই প্রশ্ন নিয়ে
আমি কে, কে আমি
উত্তরের আশা আর রাখি না
সদা অন্বেষণের গতিতে ভেসে যাই
সুদুরে, মনের মাঝারে

সুবীর চক্রবর্তী
২৩ মে ২০২৫

When the moon rises in the horizon
Spreading a golden reddish hue
The sea shimmering in the reflection
And the breeze on a fragrant cruise
When the leaves speak in hushed whispers
And the stars play hide and seek
My hands reach out and find yours
As we stand beside the creek
For the hands can communicate
When silence sits pretty on the lips
Each finger laden with feelings
Of sheer longing and bliss

Subir Chakraborty
19th March 2025

The dew from the heavens
Gently caressed my dreams
And nudged me softly to the place
Where our eyes had met for the very first time
When we spoke without uttering a single word
Ever so silently
With trembling lips and throbbing hearts
Oblivious to the whole world
Connected only by the rainbow bridge
Emanating from our souls
As if nothing existed at that moment
Save you and me
As if the earth had become mute
Save the sublime tune playing in our ears
Humming the primordial song
Of the sun, the moon, and the stars
Which speak to each other every day
Through the eternal music of love
As it existed from the beginning of time

Subir Chakraborty
1st March 2025