Oh! My best beloved!!!

-1-
At the stroke of midnight,
When I closed my eyes
Incessantly tried to shut
the very door of mine
And started focusing
on the center of the heart

-2-
It was not there,
I was sitting with
my hollow breast,
How eerie?

-3-
Where art thy throne?
I went everywhere for it,
While searching
I heard a huge bang on the door,
A mellifluous intonation
has attracted my mind
Ah! The poor soul….

-4-
It took me to the ocean
Full of nectar
Through the door
left ajar,
Every pore of my torso
felt the sharp sweet pain
of Cupids’ arrow
Ah! I started playing cupid

-5-
It kept my heart
hidden fathoms deep,
drenched with the elixir
of love
Oh! My best beloved
I am,

Only yours……….

rajdeep bhattacharya

at

October 29, 2009 (11:09 pm)

magic of divine book

I retired late that evening
with vintage paper
on the frail breast,
Having thou on it.
As I was stepping towards
the dark pitch night
I heard a rhapsodic voice
macadamized the way for me
And I carried on with my walk
like a formless stupor.
I was a long way from my abode then
Barefooted, having loincloth
on the very flesh,
I was ready to cross the threshold
of my new life,
Oh!
Was it real or just a hallucination?

Rajdeep Bhattacharya

October 5, 2009 (1:11 pm)

"Mahalaya"

I felt a beam

of light across my crown

and gradually

the imaging tree grew

on the surface

Impregnated with stars

is ready to illuminate

the whole world

Rajdeep bhattacharya

(Mahalaya is an auspicious occasion observed seven days before the Durga Puja, and heralds the advent of Durga, the goddess of supreme power. It’s a kind of invocation or invitation to the mother goddess to descend on earth – “Jago Tumi Jago)

September 18, 2009 (1:07 pm)

"a treasure trove"

-1-
My eyes overflow with tears,
For I realized it
after so very long.
Yea, after so many days
on the midway,
When you slipped from my hand
so fast;
I found a royal mausoleum
with so many divine spirits,
‘A treasure trove’

-2-
I was taken aback
to see the Djinn,
While rubbing my skull
with powerful muse;
“Your wish is my command”
He replied………
And
I got outside the box then,
flying onto the cosmos with him.

-3-
Energy grew in abundance
on me,
Every pore of mine
became a magnet then;
I,
The flamboyant magician
Enjoying the nature all around
with the help of my djinn.

-4-
He has gifted me,
New eyes
for imaging,
New ears to hear
the silence of nature
so real,
New heart
to feel the power of “THE ONE”
yea the power of The One………….

Rajdeep bhattacharya

September 13, 2009 (8:04 pm)

“An abandoned house”

Last night

In the growing sense

of disenchantment,

I got outside my abode;

For it was filled with venom,

Breathing poisonous fumes all over me;

How eerie,

My job was just a slave labor;

I was mere a cage bird there,

Moaning and groaning

‘Oh ‘, the filthy cage

made up of tears.

I can hear a voice of yearning

For Mithya,

I can see

the concoction of dirt and desire

behind me,

“An abandoned house”

And enjoying my true nature

in the brahmamuhurta,

Walking on the Elysian ‘field

with scattering lights of the sun.

rajdeep bhattacharya

August 31, 2009 (2:28 pm)

brahmamuhurta—- wee ‘hours

mithya—- illusion

mukti !!!

1.
It was the hour before dawn
The waking ear of nature
Heard her steps,
Trees were performing
A rain dance,
Clouds
Hovered over the woods
And washing the dirty paths,
The lights of jugnu
Were shining all around
Her luminous smile
Scattered all the way

2.
It was me
The minuscule
Enjoyed the fight
Between The darkness of Amavashya
And the supernal beam,
Gradually
It engulfed the darkness
Ah! The glorious dawn
Before the natural dawn
My eyes were too mite
To see the glittering gesture
And all what it did…….

3.
My ears
Were drinking the intoxicating
Sounds of dhak
And
The waves of conches
Kept me awake
from my deep sleep.
I,
The formless stupor
Without my dirty mind
Felt the shower of ambrosia all around

4.
I have seen the broken
Barrier in between,
Enjoying the
Transparency all around
in my abode.
Flabbergasted
For I felt the cosmos
in the depth of my core

5.
Mukti!
What I need, O! maa
I am yearning for it.
I am crying to taste
the elixir of life…
mukti
From fear,
And the very Desire,
From lust, and greed
Grant it to me
The only thing I need……..

Rajdeep bhattacharya

August 27, 2009 (12:13 am)

dhak- a musical instrument

barriers-lust greed etc

jugnu-a firefly

truth(iv) an irony

1.

On the black blazing coal tar
In front of the slaughter house
With the Mosque on one side
And the Temple on other
The meek
Buffalo
Weak -kneed
with chains around its neck
Standing alone
Waiting for its turn to be
Slaughtered
Trying to meditate on the
Divine intonation
diffused by the tomb of the mosque
and the Temple
“Allah –u- Akbar”………….
and “Aum”…………
It travels hither and yon’
Through air…………..
The concoction so great,
So divine

2.

Laymen all around
With their frail vessels
Having two oars
Olfactory or tactile
Floating on the
Water of impure imagining
Running blindly
Lost in the labyrinth
Of senses……………….

3.

The paper thick layer
on the feeble bone
with down cast eyes
filled with tears
Heart
almost dead
Neck
preparing to place itself
on the butchers’ block
and the rusty cleaver
Mind
failed to concentrate
and meditate upon god
Ah!
The picture of blood
Dripping from its neck
And sharp pain engulfs the screen
O! The poor buffalo!

4.

Prostate with grief
Laughing at his own condition
For he is of no use
And sold by his master
the pain of being exploited and then discarded”
is more than the pain of the rusty cleaver
brave poor buffalo………..
dying in front of divine representation
neither Allah nor Ram
could save his rickety soul
(what an irony!!!!!)……



Rajdeep Bhattacharya ( 4th 0f august 2009)

unable to carry...

1
After so many days
In the divine hours of dawn
I was trying to dig my skull
Exploring and searching it
Incessantly for muse
2
After so very long
I felt an overpowering
Stench of rotting past
I have seen something
Dead and dark
Lying onto the corner of it,
And kept myself busy
Performing an autopsy
3
Suddenly I heard the meek
voice of my
flaccid breast
“I say stop”,
Ignoring its voice
I carried on with my dirty work.
4
I beheld
The streams of sorrow
Ocean of tears
And so many things
As I went into the murky depth of it
5
Flabbergasted
Irritated
Trying to get outside of it
Yes
I have been shackled
6
Started covering the
Open mouth of it
And again dove
Into the eternal river of muse
With the help of my divine soul
7
Unable to carry the increasing
Weight of it
Day after day
Year after year
As I am stepping towards the
End of my life
I am unable to carry its weight

july 30

rajdeep bhattacharya

madly in love!!!

Where art thou?

After so many days

I have come here to meet you

To behold the glittering body

Of yours drenched with the golden beams

Want to touch and feel the softness

Of your holy abode

For you I have come here

I ,vagabond

Your movement your body

Produces the melody

You,the bassoonist

Have affected me

I am addicted

Oh!please come to me

I want to drink the elixir in divine hours of ‘wee

The slow melodious sound

With the amalgamation of air

Has touched my heart, O!dear

I love you more than air

I love you more than clouds,

And golden beams of the Sun

Please come to me

Where art thee?

24/7/09

Rajdeep bhattacharya

jai guru!!!

You are the Brahma
You are the Vishnu
The whole universe
Is floating in you
In your heart
I behold
The temple or the Kirk
O! Gurudev
The mother , the srishti
Is in your heart…
A throne made up of siuli
Hibiscus, and the lotus
Spreading the fragrance of spirituality
All around in my abode,
I feel the prana
Flows incessantly in my Ida and Pingala
I feel the shiver in my sushumna
While conceiving you
In the centre of my heart
Jai guru!!!

Rajdeep bhattacharya
happy guru poornima to all

7th july 009

Oh! My muse has deserted me!!!

A dim room
And its wall
Ah! Weak at the knees
Dark
No lights within
Hotchpotch
Staying awake
Exploring
Searching
the corner of its corpse
for muse
Gazing into the murky depth of it
Frustrated, irritated
With empty bowl
Begging and yearning for the alms of words
Oh! My muse has deserted me!!!

Rajdeep bhattacharya

the blues

Day after day
Month after month
As I am walking
Through the topsy-turvy path
Alas! So many are there
Yes I can see my unfulfilled dreams,
And all the religious beliefs behind me
I can see their waving hands
Spreading woes hither and ‘yon
I am all alone
Having no trust and belief
For I have no dream
How selfish I am?

rajdeep bhattacharya

truth(iii)

The withering trees
or struggling bees
Growling bears
And fearful herd of deer
Roaring lions
Elephants how giant
I have seen
them all yearning for the green
The curved parched ways
have no water in May’s
alas! You have brought
the scattering of drought
woods are now the farmer’s abode
begging and crying in front of edifice and roads
save me o! Gentlemen
from the clutches of death slumber not again!!!

rajdeep bhattacharya

i have written this on behalf of The Mother Earth

happy Mother's day!!!

Maa, thou art the cosmos
Thou hast the one in your core
Hold me tight in thy arms
For I am perfectly safe there
Thou art the greatest teacher
God hath made.
One of a kind,
An idol of renunciation,
Tender-hearted thou art,
I am deeply indebted to you
The blood running through our veins
is yours, O! maa
Hold me tight in thy arms
for I am perfectly safe there!

Rajdeep bhattacharya
Happy mothers day

truth II

On the black blazing ‘coal-tar

A thirty pound

Rotten flesh, lies bare

It stinks..

One broken yellowish bowl

Lying beside and the blanket

Abode of so many louse

Now on the flesh

Having lunch, not so piquant

Eyes which have no fire

Squirted blood until now

And closed itself

With so many dreams and hopes,

Many vehicles have passed

How eerie with so many young boys and the lass

It is still there!

I assure it will not get its pyre

But,How benevolent our God is

Providing him fire

More than any pyre

Yes more than any pyre…..

Glossary- god means sun god here

rajdeep bhattacharya(7th may)

truth

An old laywoman
And her earthen pot
Not having an iota of grain
And chulah which has no fire O! God
The paper thick layer
On feeble bone
Having nobody to care
She is all alone
Broken glasses
With rubber band in it
Memories converted into ashes
Tears sliding down her cheeks
Sitting by the door
Knees drawn to her chest
Having no hope in its core
Soul is yearning for the chapel of ‘rest
Shabby hut
With blazing heat inside
Sweat, alms and handful of guts
Except these she has nothing in her hide
Ah! Except these she has nothing …….

2nd may

Rajdeep bhattacharya
This is the naked picture of our abode
We have to fight it, and change it
Rise o dreamer rise from your dream

my long solitary walks!!!

On this barren path

I am walking with vexed question.

No lights within…

They made their home an animal hides

The whole house echoing

The streets are echoing with the cries and screams

But I carry on with my long solitary walks…

With the blood of thousands

On their hands,

Behold them with fettering arms of violence…

Behold! Those babes in the wood

The sun is about to set, but I carry on with my long

solitary walks with slow steps and downcast eyes.

While walking upon the clotted blood

I met a poor woman screaming

For she has no abode, all her children are killed

violently, alas! The bloodbath ….

She begs for death

Alas, my tears,

I so poor, what can I give you in return?

Have I the supreme power?

After so very long I found all floating

on the tears and blood

the human beings, the trees, the animals,

my nature…

So I am striving

To know where I can find her

The golden bird!!!

Through days and nights, joy and sorrow

I have been walking incessantly,

Leaving these bloodbath behind

Searching the woods full of weal and love and

Carry on with my long solitary walks with my vexed question…………….

Rajdeep bhattacharya

vex que - a difficult problem difficult to deal with

they - terrorist

whole house- peoples and their body

With the blood of thousands

On their hands,———————————the terrorist who killed many peoples

Those babes in the wood——- innocent people who are easily tricked or harmed

poor woman————–mother india

golden bird ————-erst while india

silense is golden

The oak tree

In the man-made garden

Standing with its wide trunk

It has many holes and wounds

It welcomes all to its humble and lively abode

The smells from the empty body

made our mouths water

The universal giver teaches

us many virtues without uttering

a single word

Since zillions of years

It came across different kinds

of homo-sapiens

Somebody waters it

Sometimes it is fenced with barbed wire

with one and only motive in the nasty mind

Since hundreds of millions of years

It is here to teach us

“The silence”

When silence reigns in your mind

You will hear the footsteps of god

It helps you to be with your own self

and explore the depth inside

It leads you to the fathoms deep

‘Tis the time when dark outer world dares not touch you

When you will be the master of silence

You find the deep and vast ocean inside

And that golden path will lead you

to the great oak tree…

rajdeep bhattacharya

O woman, o primal spring of life!!!

O woman, o primal spring of life

You are having the one in your heart

The life’s supremo

The angels the stars on the earth

In your time you play many parts

The wife with halting steps and downcast eyes

Wrapped herself with shy an ornament, how nice

The sister

The mother in the absence of our mother

The daughter

With her girlish body dear to her parents, a caregiver

A self blown flower

The mother, true blossom

Nectar in her heart an oceanarium

O woman o primal spring of life

An inborn manager Gods favorite student

In gods abode you are done with the study of management

The symbol of resistance

Very easily you resist all without a single ah!

Crying inside

Having a silent smile outside

A durga , laxmi, saraswati you play all

You are the creator and the destroyer as well

The source behind life how great of you

We are what without you

O woman o primal spring of life

You are having the one in your heart!

Rajdeep bhattacharya

say my name!!!

I am just parroting the words,

I am yours, really yours;

In your heart, in the mid brows,

In the heart of impure and pure;

I am sitting in the center of the heart,

You have no cause to fear;

Fear not! Recite my name let's start,

It is I who destroy all dangers my dear;

Feel me in the sushumna,

Streaming through the spinal cord;

Just recite and you would be able to move the sun and the moon,

I protect those who take my shelter with divine words;

As you stand or sit, eat or go to bed, in weal or woe, say my name,

With or without respect, awake or asleep, say my name:

rajdeep bhattacharya(28 nov 08)

this poem is dedicated to my ista devi and gurudev

and he always force me to recite and say the very name of divine

Who said woe is me??

who said woe is me?

I am happy, I celebrate myself
For I can live without your help
What I have is now with you
Nothingness I am, having no hue
I have nothing to lose
And nothing to choose
three members
Trying to live in the dark stinky chamber
I am happy and sing myself
‘cause I am dwelling without your help
Lumps of dead flesh, fear, and my woes
How loyal, and completely different from their foes
They are the real ally I do have
Incessantly trying to change the “naive”
Grief and I have become good friends
He has me in the palm of his hand
He will never leave me alone
Different from weal and the very stone
Happy I am, yes I am free
Who said, woe is me!!!

Rajdeep Bhattacharya(3rd april 09)

KNOTS!!!

Somebody with their flicking

tongue

And a sharp razor teeth

With all humbug

Somebody sans it

Showering an elixir…..

And gradually

I am drinking it

With all paradox and grit

Ah! Precious nectar

Having a white

Towel

On my shoulder left and right

Tied a knot

When they collide

The words good and the bad….

I am god for them

And also cause for an absolute mayhem

But I am having a grin

On my false face, O god!

And keep growing

with my knots

And my somnolent walks

For I know

When I would open my eyes

I will have my left knots

More than the right

The good more than the bad

So incessantly I am walking

and singing the hymn of thee

Enjoying

the freedom, for I am carefree….

Rajdeep Bhattacharya(23 jan 09)

Deadliest Scream!!!!!

On the lap of nature

with myself

and

My best friend

We were

walking on the shore

Enjoying the serenity around

The pure aura

Chilly weather

With every steps,

the pure

Prana entered in my abode

And I conceived myself

as the best

I was not in me

I was taken aback

hearing a voice then

The dense medium helped

it to do so for me..

The river

Yes river was trying to say

Something….

The herbs and shrubs were growing

Yes my drowsy eyes seen

it growing towards me

I felt the shower of daisy

And dahlia

The pure scent of it

took me up above

Nature was trying to hug me

I felt the great hospitality of ants

Grasshopper brought the fresh

scent of flowers for me

But behind it

They were trying to say

One thing

Save us O gentleman!

For you would not feel the same

After a little while

And the noise

the sound of axe,

thud, thud, thud….

kept me

awake

from my deep sleep

Rise O! dreamer rise from your

Dream……

The last word from my friend

Ah! The deadliest scream!!!

Rajdeep Bhattacharya(23 jan 09)
glossary:

Dahlia: Elegance and Dignity.

Daisy: Beauty, Innocence,Loyal love, Purity.

grant me a samadhi!!!

In the divine hours of wee
I am with you
I dance I dance, all my pores reverberating
the name of you,
the hymn, the echo has engulfed
the very abode of mine.

In front of my eyes a gigantic figure
standing upon the earth
The big eyes, the crown, the sword
Spreading lights hither and thither,
Yours is the cosmos and everything that’s in it,
The sun and the moon magnifies
the effect of your holy presence….

Starting with siuli and hibiscus
to awaken the thousand myriad lotus,
Offering anjali, leave aside all my desires,
Trying to forget the bricks and mortars of my abode
Touching the divine feet, wash it with the ocean of tears…
Don’t go away the whole house echoing.
Screaming and crying…….

With every atoms of prana, you enter in my abode
Enlightening the mid brow, solar plexus and the center….
I dance I dance with cosmos and everything that’s in it
The whole house echoing the very name
Mother o mother…
The diffusion of the positive waves of conch
The aromatic incense, in the brahmamuhurta
How pure and holy house of yours
Don’t go away mother o mother!
Grant me a Samadhi not life
For I have seen you! mother
When I closed my eyes!!!

Rajdeep bhattacharya(22 dec 08)
Siuli- flower

Happy Deepawali(an irony)

A tear rolls down

their faces, they are unable to breathe;

Not having wheels, they couldn’t get outside the town,

Ridiculous…Unable to hear their moaning before death;

Unable to speak,

The symbol of resistance, oh! Gods’ finest creation;

Their business is only to give,

And you sow the seed of your own destruction;

Alas! Just for the sake of fleeting moment of happiness,

You are buying your own death;

Leave aside your flower and incense,

Nothing has been left for your last wreath;

This little happiness is able to bring sea of sorrow,

Save them Oh! Son of god, if you want lively morrow:

rajdeep bhattacharya(28 oct 08)

“writting for my nature trees plants animals

so dont buy crackers, bombs, please save our mother earth”

omnipresence!!!

You are mine

I found you in my soul and in my mind

You are in my heart

I found you in my corpuscles my lord

In the wind and in autumn

I found you in every atom

Your light stops not for hindu or moslem

You are in the peace and also in mayhem

You have no end and no limit

You are in nadir and in zenith

I found you in the earths’ core

You are in desert and in the sea shore

In the enemy or in the monk

You are in the positive waves of conch

In the song and in intonation

You are in every petal and stamen

In the hills and in dales

From ant to the whales

In the sky and in the lap of the earth

I found you in temple or in the Kirk

Every atom sings

The koel starts playing its string

The peacock unfurls the wing

and everybody sing hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna!!!

regards

rajdeep bhattacharya(11 nov 08)

The prince of darkness!!!

O human being with the wild mask

Lust, anger, greed, and sloth,

are your dresses

Allah, your enemy

With glittering CAP on the head

That never rules your hollow heart

From mother’s womb to the pyre

You are dragging that rotten carrion

That has no fire

Your torso is the shrine of violence

The head your greatest partner in crime

Your hands having the smell of

pure blood

You found more joy in other’s sorrow,

You love,

The dawn starts with cries and screams

The concoction of sun beam and blood

on the moor

Warm water streaming through

the fresh flesh

Spreading the disastrous waves in the air

Your plans are a recipe for disaster.

for you,

demon is mind, and demon is infinite

hence all is dirty mind,

Your flushed enamel stinks

And utters only omen of death

In the long dark night

You are the prince

The prince of darkness!!!

Rajdeep Bhattacharya(10 dec 08)

CAP– child adult parent ego

Take those fettering arms away!!!

Who am I?

The minuscule in front of you

My work

Alas!

Yet I am trying to know

My mind

A termite colony

The wild south wind

I am a slave

Floating and streaming

Take those fettering arms away

Maya

Eating the fruit bearing trees

My mind gets enveloped

Chasing me whenever trying to escape

How eerie

Escapes from the clutches of mine

When I am standing behind

I am a slave

Yes a slave

Take those fettering arms away!!!

rajdeep(12 jan 09)

parijata!!!

Under the scorching sun
Drenched with sweat
And with blistered skin
A petty soul
Dragging the rotten corpse
Hither and thither
Needed some dwelling place to save it
From worldly pleasures
Unable to carry its weight,
Trying…but failed
Ah! Petty soul!
And his kismet
Lost in the labyrinth,
with wild elephant,
found himself beneath a parijata
with tears on his eyes,
suddenly
he felt the showers of divine blossoms
piquantly rich.
and he found himself beyond all laziness
Beyond all worldly pains
And affections,
free from bondage
Free from “me and mine”
Completely lost in the streams of nectar
Hast thou sat beneath parijata?

Rajdeep bhattacharya(1rst april 09)
Parijata –a tree, guru
Wild elephant- mind