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."

THE UNSEASONAL RAIN

The summer was in its pick and so were the temperature and the heat,

The sun was spewing fire and drying up everything on the earth.

It was difficult to venture out in the day time, a bit solace in the night,

Hence all and sundry waits impatiently for the dusk to step in early.

My life too was passing through a long stretch of dry and sour time,

The flavor of love and pleasure were wiped away from my memory,

And dare not to appear even in dreams, as they dissolved in the history of far past,

Paving and leaving room only for thirst, sting, squirm, sigh and cry.

Meanwhile a powerful and merciful cloud appeared one morning,

With attractive and lucrative gift of cold wind, hailstone and a lot of rain in it.

The sun preferred to stay secured in its night hideout, behind the horizon,

Surrendering to the whim of the cloud, it admitted that it was not his day.

I awoke one morning and saw the strange face of you on my door,

With a flamboyant smile, bountiful youth and dreamful eyes you appeared.

Your sweet temptation, whispering and adoring words jolted my heart,

I sunk in your alluring dream, engrossed and replete the ecstasy of your love.

The rain was unseasonal, rootless hence a drifter and a momentary boon,

It fainted until the evening, succumbed and vanished in the sky gradually. 

However, Pradipta should not undermine or ignore its significance, contribution and effect,

Towards granting relief from hot and humid summer for the day and the following few. 

Though you too are cordial, adorable and delightful but I know you are ephemeral,

And will vanish from the sky of my life abruptly but certainly at the daybreak like that rain.

I will once again be among the same old wound, suffering, pain and strain,

So I want before I become loveless once more, whilst you are with me let my life, my days end. 

IGNORE NEGATIVE CRITICISM

Ignore him who is critical of you, just for the sake of criticism,
Having a malicious, crooked intention of showing you low,
And you know that there is nothing true in his expression, notion. 

If you want to confront him with your explanations and arguments,
And wish him at the table for a fair discussion in a cordial meet,
In order to clear his judgment of you and change his statement,
I am sorry to say, you can not change it, as it is deliberately crafted,
With a false propaganda plan and image tarnishing mission,
And he would cling on to his lies, heinous and hideous intentions.

You must know one thing for sure that no one wins an argument,
And none lets it won, rather it hands over a new issue each time it is done.
Better keep silence with a wise smile hang on your lips,
That would kill him from inside and dry up his devilish soul. 
People bear so short memory that the fake-bad-odor,
About you would faint and vanish from the air in almost no time.

Moreover many of them do not carry a great heart in their rib cage,
To appreciate and glorify something good and great about you.
They would certainly be desiring, expecting and searching 
A pocket under your sleeves, a dirt in heaven, a Satan in a Godly person,
Then why to be sad, worried and bothered about them and their gesture?