A Poem

FOREST STORM

Leaves shake, water rise
Once sleepy mirror
The pond - turbulent!
The swimming serpent's
Slithering slim self -
Shifting enhanced waves.

Last gulp of water
Last deer quickly takes,
Hurries deep in green
Along with its mates.
Proud tiger raises
His furious face
Who has roared louder
In his dwelling place?

I poem I wrote after coming back from a trip to the Sunderbans.

Sunderbans is the name given to the mangrove forests of the largest delta region of the world. It is the home of the royal Bengal tigers. It is partly in Bangladesh and partly in India.

A RIVER THROUGH FOREST ISLANDS

At far island edge, bit
Of the bending river
Visible - slight crest
Of redwinged bush lark's head ,
Or seed's curved radicle.

Narrower gets river
Quivering forms of trees
Darkening deep water
Through the shady layers
Muffled voices, not yet
The royal stripes.

A poem I wrote during autumn , last year

BITS OF AUTUMN

Clouds wispy edged -
Silk emanating
From a puffed silkworm.
The stream has no haste
It flows at leisure.

Lake at peace with self ,
For all land creatures
The windows opened
To world within it.

Dews glad to be out
For long in the green
Before being called
Back to sun bright home.

A poem I wrote in summer (2005), a time when we look forward to rain

MONSOON

Nimbo-stratus clouds
Spread across the sky
Like wing of a bird
Each feather of it -
The clouds' each layer.

Softens soil, from seeds
Spring saplings, forests
Back in green, mountain
Rivers regain roar.

Barrier free breathe,
Earth in strange new lights.

Semicircular
Rainbow's seven strips -
Orbits of planet
Partial to eyes.

Nature and Culture

On last Friday I went to visit an exhibition of nature and wildlife photography at The Academy Of Fine Arts. Well known Bengali actor Sabyasachi Chakraborty was among the photographers whose work were being displayed. The exhibition ends today. I also saw some very innovative paintings and sculptures that were being displayed in the adjoining halls.
Yesterday I attended a cultural program held at Sishir Mancha in memory of late Bengali poet Birendra Chattopadhya. The function started with a speech and recitation of his poems. This was followed by poets reading out their own poems in Bengali. Shaoli Mitra Recited poems of Rabindranath Tagore. It was the first time I got the opportunity to hear her recitation and I was enthralled. The event ended with songs sung by Pratul Mukhopadhya who had composed their tunes himself. Some of the songs were based on poet Birendra Chattopadhya's poetry. They were meaningful and unique.