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