The Setting Sun

As the sun gets down
Amongst the floating clouds
Throwing its last rays
Scattered through the trees
My life, I guess, will move on          
To the beauty of nocturnal darkness
Amongst the spikes and shines
Of Stars of the lunar sky
Reflecting the days gone by.

But this evening is special
This twilight is about me
Seeing the lights going by
And hope a for the dawn
As I swim by the night
With those stars and sights
For a new dawn’s allegory.

© Tarun Mitra

Her Face

Sandhya Aarti

O Goddess

O Creation of Trinity

I honor thee

This and every evening henceforth

When the Sun Settles

And Darkness engulfs

Devil, Demons, Ghosts, Monsters

Openly they roam

Protect me

Preserve me

Shower on me your good grace

And peace

O Mother!

Accept my humility.

© Tarun Mitra

Sublime

The Fire
The Statue
The Sublimity

Preserving the Faith

A Priest Chanting Mantra At Durga Puja at GK II, New Delhi

The Faith

Durga Puja 2013 at Amra Sabai Bengalee Association, Vikaspuri, New Delhi

Jholu Ram Came

The Angry bird Jholu Ram Padharey

Deep and Watchful

Deep and Watchful
Were his eyes
Before being selected 
to play his role
In Annual Bengali Pride.

The Eyes

prakritis tvam ca sarvasya gunatraya-vibhāvini
kāla-rātrir mahā rātrir mohā-rātris ca dārunā. 


You are the primordial cause of everything
Bringing into force the three qualities (sattva, rajas and tamas)
You are the dark might of periodic dissolution
You are the great night of final dissolution and the terrible night of
delusion

The Bench

The Bench

The bench

On the old road

Within old Fort

Waited for its occupants

Who came their

With their little stories

With lot of love

And affection

Little nitty gritties of life,

Shared and declared.

Small fistfights,

Fought and Forgot.

And Remained was smile

And a cool embrace

From the good ol’days.

Now it waited

For them to come again

For their chitchats

For their fist fights

For that steal speck

In her cheek

Or that of her flying kiss

It waited, in spite of

Night or day

Hot or cold.

For the stories untold.

No one came again then

Only the birds sang

And people changed

Road was redone

And benches painted

It waited for its old occupants

But no one came again.

© Tarun Mitra

The Butterfly

Neither can’t you judge me from my present
Nor can you judge from my past.
Before I’d spread my wings,
And amazed you with my splendid colors.
I was just an ugly moth,
Amongst millions, doting the face of earth.

I am not what you see
I was not what you saw
Change is the nature’s law
I practice it without flaw.

My past speaks nothing of my present
My present doesn’t represent my past.
If I am flying today with color
I shall never forget the day I was pupa.

© Tarun Mitra

The Devi Arriveth

tvayā etad dhāryate viswam tvayā etat srjyate jagat,

tvayā etat pālyate devi tvam atsy ante ca sarvadā.

By you this universe is born,

By you this universe is created,

By you it is protected oh Devi!

And you always consume it at the end.

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