Letting go...

In every parting there is a shadow of death..
Death the ultimate...the abyss of no return..
Nothingness, meaninglessness, abrupt end..

However, human mind is in an eternal quest for the something after..
some meaning, some reason..a bit of logic
but death defies it all
carefully laid out plans...all reasoning...all meaning.

Death, leaves us first in numbness,
we lose the ability to think, to react, to act..
and then comes denial.
Denial of the truth that is staring us in face.
Denial of the fact that end does come without an epilogue.

So...We can't let go
We don't let go..
We do not accept....and...
We keep hoping for the nightmare to end..
and for our beloved to return.

Herein comes the necessity of performing the last rites..
whether it is touching the lips of your beloved with leaping flames,
the face you had held so lovingly in the palms of your hand...
or in...
hearing that ultimate, deafening thud of pebble on the coffin...
that is the mark of accepting...of letting-go.

Letting-go of that integral part of my life,
who was perhaps fighting with me over trivial issues even yesterday.
Letting-go of all hope of him ever returning to me.
Letting go of the delusion that I can have yesterday back...

He has moved on...he had to leave...What is the logic behind holding back a body, when the soul has departed?

Author: Jayeeta Sinha Roy

After-thoughts

Ready or not...the end will surely and suddenly stare at you in the face.
Ready or not..one day that rocking chair will roll back and forth, empty
Ready or not, your babies will fly the nest very soon
Ready or not, maybe sooner than you know..
you will need two outstretched hands to hold you straight...

and that very day, perhaps you will know and realize that your life was actually so blessed with tiny bits of gems that you failed to notice...

you mother's concerned calls,
your child's face burrowed in your bosom, as if you are her world,
your father's eyes waiting eagerly for the time when you will enter that door and share a few minutes of silence with him.
the cacophony of your friends as you try to concentrate on a romantic number
or for that matter, your love's increasing demands on your time, even when you keep rejecting her, to just be with you..

trust me...it will all end much sooner than you ever thought...it will end in one swipe...and you will be left wishing and wishing....only if you could go back and mend things...and regretting each lost moment.

A random thought

Dates repeat themselves, month after month...year after year. It is only when they bear a significant event, a particular memory, re-emerges in one's mind....that dates cease to be a dead entity on a calender page.
Same with relationships, I believe. During our lifetime, we forge so many different types of relationships with so many people. If they are not blood-relations, then most of these relationships disappear without a trace....however some remain permanently, in some form or the other, throughout our lives. These are the ones, that nurtures us, resurrects us...has an uplifting effect on our lives and vice versa. Relationships are like little saplings, at the beginning. They need a lot of watering, sunlight, proper soil and care. However, as it grows into a tree, we fail to recognize, the fact, that the tree still needs water, sunlight and care.

amar aakash

Amar aakash jure chhilo..
megh-bedonar chhaya...khushi-rod er jhilik...
chhilo raamdhonu ronger ohonkar..
brishti-ashwasher sur..
tushar-shitolota otikrom kore
chNader alor mayabi akorshon..

aro chhilo..bistritir bnake bnake..
uttoroner-soor, nirbhorotar roop..
rohoysho bhangar aahobhan..
chhilo chena gondher bhorsha..
achhe purono smritir haatchhani..

amar-aakash ke je aaj o pai..
kintu aakash, aakasher-ami ke hariye felechhe...

অলীক বাসা

chokh je jwole ondhokare
ghumer sathe aaRi
ghum ele to ekchhutte
pNouchhe jetam baRi

sei je basha, dorja khule
dNarai ami heshe
golir moRe, alor tolai
pNouchhole tui ese




saamne boshe..tor khaowa je
dekhte boddo sukh
ja hok radhi..khaiye dile
kotoi hashi mukh

sei hashitir mayar bNadhon
joriye dhore rakhe..
oleek basha, mayar basha
praaner pore thake

koto toke ghum parano
kotoi golpo bola
ma, meye, ba bondhu hoye
haat ta dhore chola

nishwo ghore chNader alo
onek sukher chNowa
hariye jaowar majhe jeno
tokei fire paowa

diner alo kothin boRo
khoR kuto tao nei..
chhotto pakhi dishehara
sob i ager moto je

aapran se cheshta kore
basha khNuje pete...
chokh jwole tar aaNdharete
byatha je tar mite

ei kothata bojhe pakhi
jai hok na karon...
narir songe, naRir-bNadhon
howatai je baron.

The Fall

You were standing across the bend..
one amongst many, withdrawn.
It never occurred to me in that pale autumn-light,
in the rustle of the dry leaves being blown away,
in that anchor-less faltering...
that, again, I would seek my own earth,
would dream of unburdening,
would hope for solace...
in that common presence...
which, rendered that
mossy cement seat,
the mauve jacaranda rain,
the thronging crowd,
the shroud of dusk,
the festive air and
each day passing into another,
so uncommon!

Author: Jayeeta Sinha Roy

Death of Hope

Don't close the windows yet
Can't we wait till 'morrow?
After the harshest wind, the bite of chill.....
Spring is sure to follow

Can't close the windows, still...
though, heart is in despair,
less of rights, more of wrongs....
hoping for that breath of fresh air

Have to close the window now,
My longing is frozen cold,
have waited for you, have yearned for you....
perhaps, spring has grown old.