Sunday, October 20, 2013

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

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Friday, October 18, 2013

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

Thursday, October 17, 2013


The Fire
The Statue
The Sublimity

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Preserving the Faith

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

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

The Faith

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

Sunday, October 13, 2013

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.

Friday, October 11, 2013

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

Thursday, October 10, 2013

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

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

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

Friday, October 4, 2013

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.