MISUNDERSTANDING

You get up unwillingly, lazily and unusually late this morning,
For your routine morning walk and temple visit en-route,
This is contrary to your principle and self imposed discipline,
Too against the yardstick  with which you measure others personality.

Your abigail wanted to share some serious talks about the academics of her son,
Desiring your precious counsel and expecting an encouragement from you in that matter,
But you affirmed and denied her words inattentively just by nodding your head,
Stunning and puzzling her, exposing the series of explosion going on inside your heart.

The milkman leaves the packets, the vendor the newspapers on your door step,
Those you used to pick up on your way back from your morning walk,
However today you overlooked them and did not take your morning tea,
May be you did not feel the urge but surprisingly it didn't cause a headache to you.

Kids dressed in school uniform shouted on their breakfast table,
As they are well acquainted with your punctuality care and affection,
But who would have questioned you? They know your   anger!
Their hesitant murmuring drew your attention, you toasted bread and prepared omelet.

Its midday and time to prepare lunch but you are on the couch,
With the laptop in your hands, lo behold you are not writing anything,
Instead you are playing cards and killing time, which is totally against your nature,
You ever-busy lady, what happened to your meticulous mastery of time?

Of late, reluctantly and under compulsion you moved to the kitchen,
Drew the basket of the fridge and chopped all the vegetables robotically,
Undoubtedly something was cooked, Pradipta should say boiled, you knew what,
Your kids kept guessing the root of this incongruity, as they knew is not obvious of you.

Forced by the late night writing habits and morning walk before the sunrise,
You use to take rest for an hour or two after the lunches, before getting to the pen,
But you are watching devotional channels in the television this afternoon,
Though your sleepy eyes are fixed on the screen, your mind is roaming inside your soul.

The evening rituals of worships in your home temple is absent from your routine today,
Its dinnertime and you are on the couch, until your younger daughter distracted you,
"Mom, what's in the supper?" "Oh! ya sure darling" and you served the remains of the lunch,
"I am not good health today to work baby, try to manage with it.for me" you explained.

Being girls, their instinctive compromising nature cooperated you,
They adjusted with the left outs and went to the bed without questioning you,
But you are still on the sofa switching off all the lights of the drawing room,
And immersed  deep in the memories those are flashing in your mind.

No doubt you are active but absent everywhere all day long,
Organs of your body are open, in action except your brain and heart,
This is not because you are introvert but because you are crying inside,
For your interactions of the last night with your soulmate, lover-boy.

You should know whatsoever you got is precisely your own destiny,
An honest and straightforward man will be a bit rough outside but soft inside,
Neither of you can flee from a situation, relationship that God created and both of you vowed,
Hence, get up the next morning, he must be waiting, greet him with a positive mindset and be happy.

MAD LOVER

Tearing apart the silence
Your voice echoed in my ear
"Hey, do not wander in night"
"Hello, its drizzling, don't you see it"
"Mad lover" "standing and waiting for me"
"You will make me insane as well"
I turned behind,
Searching around
Fruitlessly, I was 
Dreaming awakened.
I ask  myself
"Why am I standing ?
On this lonely street,
She is not coming to give me a lift,
At this hour of the night,
And she is not here either
In my city, on my periphery." 

I stare to the sky,
A star was there,
 I ponder,
She must be seeing it too,
I imagine,
Our eyes reflected on that star;
Here we meet.
I wish,
Let me die now,
While meeting her through that star,
This is the only possible way,
We could have meet
When she had already gone
Out of my city, out of my life for ever
But not out of my heart,
Leaving alone her "Mad Lover."

LOVE

               Pradipta kept distance from women since long,
On being deceived by the only beautiful blunder of his life in his teen,
As she made him suspicious about their attitude, candor and integrity,
 Also caused mental-blockade about their honesty in love and trust,
  Never he dared to dream of a beautiful obsession in life as Pooja.

    All on a sudden ideology, philosophy and psychology changed for him,
   When she got into his circumference with a bunch of roses in her hands,
    And an honest sweet loving heart, a lot of trust and reliance on him.
    Magically he got drawn towards her grandeur, aroma and aurora,
     Swayed by her frank, truthful charming and captivating words,
       With pleasure became the victim of her luring love rhymes.

        His routine, focus, smiles, tears turned towards her direction,
         As a sunflower bends naturally in the direction of the Sun,
        Like a river flows predictably and gradually towards ocean.

                The way flood sweeps away everything in its flow,
            But leave behind a fertile and enriched land for farmers,
           Her kind love flew away all misconceptions from his mind,
             And filled the vacuum with sweet and positive dreams. 

            Never he had dreamt of such a miraculous transformation,
          She made him live like a jolly man, think like a satisfied winner,
           Not that she expected anything from him in return of her love,
         He too is not desirous of anything, rather remained thankful ever.

CLEANLINESS IN THE RAILWAYS.

People very easily blame the railway administration,
That they do not clean the trains, the stations properly, do it in hotchpotch,
The employees who are entrusted with the duties,responsibilities,
Do not give their cent percent and are neglectful,lazy,
Just work for their salaries that they take out of our pockets in form of fare.

However,are we as passengers careful about our own disposables?
Are we sincere about reaching the disposal boxes on trains,at stations?
Do we regard the train we travel,the coach that carry us to our destination,
As our home? May be rental, certainly transitory but ours,our own?
When we blame someone for not safeguarding our rights,
Are we serious about our duties towards a hygienic journey?

The railway administration admits its responsibilities,
And is sincere, serious and devoted towards them.
They are vowed towards safeguarding our rights, concerns,
Kept on board housekeeping staffs, sweepers in every station,
Dustbins in every coach, in all stations, hoardings to aware,
Both the employees and rail commuters towards cleanliness,
And what more tweeters, helpline numbers, complaint books,
Suggestion books with the on board staffs, the station managers,
Carries out periodical cleaning drives, surprise inspections,
In the trains and at the stations by the high officials,
In order to let the administration know the lapses and rectify them.

The Indian railways is the best administered, properly cared
Biggest public sector undertaking in India,
Being so vast there may be petty lapses here and there,
Due to communication gap but not deliberate.
Pradipta does not want to shift or fix responsibilities on anyone,
Rather beg a voluntary sharing of responsibility and concern,
Between the passengers and the rail administration,
For a better hygienic and healthy India. 
  

BEYOND ALL THAT

I trust you, your words, your actions,
No suspicion ever gets an access into my mind,
Because I know, whatsoever you say are true, do is honesty,
You are beyond doubt a beautiful soul and a matchless personality.

I am well above anger for anything you utter or execute,
For any deliberate or involuntary negligence of me or my emotions,
At the same time I ignore your anger, harsh words and teasing,
Because I know your great heart and the depth of love for me in it.

You are no outsider, a habitant of my soul, my heart,
Hence I get glad and excited on your grin, growth, glow and glamour,
Not to think about jealousy in me for any  thing relating to you,
Rather I always dream you flying high up in the sky of success and fame.

My attitude, behavior, words, expectations and prayer,
Will never go beyond your line of happiness, wishes and emotions,
Thousand times you hurt me, my tongue or I would never be,
Armed with anything that would hurt you physically or emotionally.

No demand from you no complaints against you now or then,
Neither I feel disturbed by you nor I wish to disturb you any day,
Because I love you ample and you too no less in the race,
The adoration between Pradipta and Pooja is beyond petty things

POSITIVE CRITICISM

Knowledge can only get accessed to hard disc of our brain,
Only when our curious eyes and eager ears are alert,
Prepared to accept gladly and scrutinize impartially,
Every statement that we face during our work and social behavior.

One needs to bear a great heart and wide acceptability,
To judge wisely and  patiently all inputs as one faces,
Some of them may be direct, bitter and hurting,
At the same time crucial, essential and beneficial.

Smelling a rat in everything represent  dumb ears,
And blind eyes even for things intended to deliver good,
This happens with those who like only appreciations,
But are reserved, severe and irritant about criticism

Mostly, people do not like to displease you or like to please you,
Hence hey give soothing and suiting but not befitting comments.
Those who sway away to these sweet words or are thirsty of them,
Unfortunately for them, they stay stagnant in matters of growth.

But those who sincerely want our growth, betterment grant honest statements,
Jeopardizing relations, even at times hurting emotions for the right cause.
This positive criticism comes from a well wisher, the one who truly loves us,
And is intolerant even about our very small mistakes.

An unpolished diamond does not glitter,
Gold shines only when burn in fire,
No human being knows everything and thus is naturally erroneous,
A positive critic opens our eyes towards our shortcomings.  

THE LOVE TALK

SHE..."I am a care free spirit, never bind in a string,
          Fly free in the deep sky with my little wings.
          But the blue sky is so vast my path I lost,
          Bewildered and tired I come to your nest.
           In order to rest a bit in this provisional stay,
             Then I will fly away on my own way."
HE...."I caged your heart carefully in my bosom,
          For you to feel free I kept the door open.
          But you can't fly away as I cut your pinion,
          Carefully with the scissor of my devotion."
SHE.."The edges of the scissor is sharp, might cause my heart to hemorrhage
            And my little heart fears to bleed, knows only to dance and buzz."
HE..."My heart is smooth, its soothing, as deep as pacific
          You are destined to drawn, your escape is unlike.
          Keep singing for me all the love song you know,
          Forget the whole sky, from my enchantment you can't go."
SHE.. "Unlike my emotions my sixth sense says, I should unwrap me from thee,
                And from bondage of the love-wire,with which you tied me.
            The fire and feelings are contagious, I do not want them for ever,
            That might burn or might hurt my tender heart, to avoid them is better."
HE..."The sixth sense of brain never won over the heart and the beauty of love,
            It's advise to untie the bondage is impossible for you to achieve.
           Do not fear a burn or a hurt, be not negative of your sweet love,
            I am bold and confident to back the feeling that for you I have."
SHE.. "Hold a little tight, a bit close my heart is so tender, so soft,
            If deserted or deceived or distorted it would cry a lot."
HE.."I cared your emotions, regarded your whims and such is you know my heart,
           Let be ruined my happiness, broken my heart, I can not see you hurt.
                      Love neither hurts not hits it is not its job,
                Stay assured only for you, you know my heart throbs.
             Feel free to fly high the whole sky of my heart is yours 
           You are the lone birdie here, you are the unchallenged wanderer."